f one attacks an unoffending neighbor--it is a sacred
duty if one defends one's country," remarked Cornudet in a declamatory
tone.

The old woman nodded assent. "Yes--defending oneself, of course, that
is quite another thing; but wouldn't it be better to kill all these
kings who do this for their pleasure?"

Cornudet's eyes flashed. "Bravo, citizeness!" he cried.

Monsieur Carre-Lamadon was lost in thought. Although he was an ardent
admirer of famous military men, the sound common sense of this peasant
woman's observations made him reflect upon the wealth which would
necessarily accrue to the country if all these unemployed and
consequently ruinous hands--so much unproductive force--were available
for the great industrial works that would take centuries to complete.

Loiseau meanwhile had left his seat and gone over beside the innkeeper,
to whom he began talking in a low voice. The fat man laughed, coughed,
and spat, his unwieldy stomach shaking with mirth at his neighbor's
jokes, and he bought six hogsheads of claret from him for the spring
when the Prussians would have cleared out.

Supper was scarcely over when, dropping with fatigue, everybody went off
to bed.

Loiseau, however, who had made certain observations, let his wife go to
bed and proceeded to glue first his ear and then his eye to the keyhole,
endeavoring to penetrate what he called "the mysteries of the corridor."

After about half an hour he heard a rustling, and hurrying to the
keyhole, he perceived Boule de Suif looking ampler than ever in a
dressing-gown of blue cashmere trimmed with white lace. She had a candle
in her hand and was going towards the end of the corridor. Then a door
at one side opened cautiously, and when she returned after a few
minutes, Cornudet in his shirt sleeves was following her. They were
talking in a low voice and presently stood still; Boule de Suif
apparently defending the entrance of her room with much energy.
Unfortunately Loiseau was unable to hear what they said till, at the
last, as they raised their voices somewhat, he caught a word or two.
Cornudet was insisting eagerly. "Look here," he said, "you are really
very ridiculous--what difference can it make to you?"

And she with an offended air retorted, "No!--let me tell you there are
moments when that sort of thing won't do; and besides--here--it would be
a crying shame."

He obviously did not understand. "Why?"

At this she grew angry. "Why?" and she raised