Agathe was in the wildest spirits; she was compelled to hold her napkin over her mouth to stifle her outbursts of merriment; the pleasure of deceiving two men at once gave to her face an unfamiliar expression; she had never been so pretty in my eyes, I confess. She teased me, pinched me, caressed me, threw her arms about me. Ah! Mademoiselle Agathe, you were a perfidious creature, but most seductive! Moreover, for several days, I had been making love with my eyes alone, and I felt that it was incumbent on me to make our mystification of Raymond complete.--Ah! my poor neighbor! if you but knew what ardor Agathe showed in mystifying you! But we heard someone coming upstairs; it was our waitress. That young woman had an abundance of tact and penetration; she turned the knob at least thrice before she opened our door. She brought the first course. I tasted the wine; it was Volnay, first quality. Gad! my neighbor was a connoisseur! "Oh! you'll have a fine dinner," laughed the girl; "the gentleman didn't forget anything: champagne, dessert, and the _coup de milieu_!" "Aha! so we're to have the _coup de milieu_!" said Agathe; "we musn't forget that, my friend, do you hear?" "Never fear.--By the way, my girl, did our neighbor question you?" "Yes; I told him that madame was dining with two gentlemen; he seems a little easier in his mind." "That is good." We did full justice to Raymond's dinner; it was dainty and toothsome. In a quiet moment, I asked Agathe to tell me how it happened that she had come there to dine in a private room with my neighbor, whom she did not like at all. "I did it to have a better chance to make fun of him," she replied. "Ever since the day we waited on your landing to see your little flower girl, Raymond has been pleased to make love to me. He pesters me with his declarations and his billets-doux, which I receive just to show them to the girls in the shop; and they make a lot of sport for us, for his style's as ridiculous as his person. He had asked me twenty times for an assignation, when I happened to meet him to-day near Porte Saint-Denis. I was just going home; I had been to Gerville's, but didn't find him. Raymond urged me, begged me, to dine with him at a restaurant. I refused at first; but the temptation to make a fool of him, to laugh at his expense, in short, to have some sport, led me to change my mind. Besides, you know what a heedless creature I am. I didn't expect to meet Gerville, for whom I care very little, however. So I accepted, and allowed myself to be conducted to a private room by poor Raymond, who believed that his triumph was assured, whereas I never had the slightest intention of granting him any favors." "Here's to his health!" "With all my heart." "Is this the _coup de milieu_?" "One moment! how fast you go! we haven't got to it yet. This vol-au-vent is delicious, and so is this filet sauté, with madeira and truffles."