"Toulouse-Lautrec blew in, winded from six flights of stairs, but still as hilarious and ribald as ever. "Vincent," he exclaimed, while shaking hands, "I passed an undertaker on the stairs. Was he looking for you or me?" "For you, Lautrec! He couldn't get any business out of me." "I'll make you a little wager, Vincent. I'll bet your name comes ahead of mine in his little book." "You're on. What's the stake?" "Dinner at the Cafe Athens, and an evening at the Opera." "I wish you fellows would make your jokes a trifle less macabre," said Theo, smiling faintly."