"Ah! that's not polite," said Cauvignac, with a laugh; "but never mind,
dear sister, no malice."
"Agreed; but to horse!"
"Instantly; simply time to drink a stirrup cup."
Cauvignac emptied the bottle of Chambertin into his glass, saluted his
sister deferentially, vaulted into the saddle, and disappeared in a
cloud of dust.