"When we have left the table . . . let me have two words with you."
His solemn tone surprised me. I looked more closely at him, and noticed a strange alteration in his features.
"Do you feel ill?" I asked.
And he began to drink again.
Meanwhile, amidst much shouting and clapping of hands, a child of twelve, who had slipped under the table, held up to the company a pretty pink and white ribbon which he had untied from the bride's ankle. It was called her garter, and at once cut into pieces and distributed among the young men, who, following an old custom still preserved in some patriarchal families, ornamented their buttonholes with it. This was the time for the bride to flush up to the whites of her eyes. But her confusion was at its height when M. de Peyrehorade, having called for silence, sang several verses in Catalan, which he said were impromptu. Here is the meaning, if I understood it correctly:
"What is this, my friends? has the wine I have drunk made me see double? There are two Venuses here . . ."
The bridegroom turned his head suddenly with a frightened look, which made every one laugh.
"Yes, "continued M. de Peyrehorade, "there are two Venuses under my roof. The one I