“This — pleasure gives happiness.”
“Next?”
“Well, I do not think we ought to consider ourselves unfortunate, for my part, at least. A good repast — vin de Joigny, which they have the delicacy to go and fetch for me from my favorite cabaret — not one impertinence heard during a supper an hour long, in spite of the presence of ten millionaires and twenty poets.”
“I stop you there. You mentioned vin de Joigny, and a good repast; do you persist in that?”
“I persist, — anteco, as they say at Port Royal.”
“Then please to recollect that the great Epicurus lived, and made his pupils live, upon bread, vegetables, and water.”