"My napkin! Faith, that's true! I am always doing that; and the worst of it is that I did it not long ago at a grand dinner, at a banker's house, where there were marquises and deputies. Suddenly I saw that everybody was looking at me with a curious expression. Imagine my confusion, when a very pretty woman, who was sitting beside me, said in a most amiable tone: 'Of course, you are doing that for a wager, monsieur?'--'What, madame?'--'Using your napkin as a handkerchief.'--Then, of course, I realized my blunder; and what do you suppose I did, in my embarrassment? I put the napkin in my pocket! Luckily, everybody began to laugh, for they saw how absent-minded I was." "Meanwhile," said Mouillot, "I request as a favor that I may not be seated next to Balivan, because absent-minded people are very unpleasant neighbors at table.--You ask him to pass the olives, and he'll pour water in your wine. If you want bread, he'll pass you the pepper. It's a constant succession of disappointments." "Have you ever been magnetized?" inquired Monsieur Dupétrain, fixing his glassy stare on the painter. "Oh! go to the devil with your magnetism! As if I took any stock in it!" "Take any stock in it! Why, my dear fellow, don't you know that the power of magnetism is absolutely proved? that the most distinguished people are the most fervent adepts of Mesmer? that ladies of the highest social position go to the magnetizers now to be put to sleep, as they used to go to be mesmerized?" "Parbleu! that's a convincing authority to appeal to! Women--who adore anything that promises a novel kind of sensation, and who seek pleasure instead of truth." "But I'll wager, Balivan, that I can put you to sleep, incredulous as you are!" "Put me to sleep! That is very possible; but it would be much harder to wake me." "I say, messieurs, aren't you ready to stop talking magnetism?" cried Mouillot; "I supposed that we dined together to enjoy ourselves. For heaven's sake, Dupétrain, don't put us to sleep yet! Later, if you choose.--To the table, my friends!" They took their seats, Tobie among the first. He examined the tableware, the hors-d'œuvre, the glasses of different sizes placed in front of each guest, and an ecstatic expression lighted up his face. From the way that he ate and drank, and lingered lovingly over every mouthful, one could divine that he was perfectly content, and that his thoughts took this turn: "As I am here, I must make the most of it. If I spend money, at all events it will be of some benefit to me." "Aren't we going to have any madeira?" said Célestin, after finishing his soup. "I should say so! What do you take us for?" replied Mouillot. "Yes, yes! madeira!" cried Pigeonnier. "When I am in the vein, I don't deny myself anything." "Waiter! some madeira!" "It is here, messieurs; what wine will you have next?" "Beaune première, to begin with. After that, we will see."