There is nothing to be found in your pockets but looking-glasses and brushes; and which of you understands the making of a bowl that a man of the world can drink?
You can, indeed, empty one, but make it you can not." "I will try what I can do, doctor," said Bolling, from a corner.
"Ah! Herr von Bolling, are you here too ?" replied the doctor, with a bow.
Bolling took the pine-apple, and carefully held it out of reach of the medical arm.

"Come here, Anton," said he, "and take care that that monster of a doctor does not approach our punch with his dissecting-knife." While these two were brewing, the doctor took out two packs of cards, and solemnly laid them on the table.
"None of your cards!" cried Eugene; "to-day, at least, let us be together without sinning." "You can't," said the doctor, mockingly; "you'll be the first to touch them.

I thought of nothing but a quiet game at whist, a game for pious hermits.

Time, however, will show what you will make of these packs; there they lie by the candlesticks." "Don't listen to the tempter," cried one of the lieutenants, laughing.
"Whoever touches the cards first shall forfeit a breakfast to the party," said another.
"Here is the punch," said Bolling, setting down the bowl.

"Taste it, oh man of blood!" "Raw!" pronounced the oracle; "it would be drinkable to-morrow evening." While these gentlemen were disputing about the merits of the beverage, Eugene took up one of the packs of cards, and mechanically cut them.