nudet's eyes kindled.
"Bravo, citizens!" he said.
Monsieur Carre-Lamadon was reflecting profoundly. Although an ardent
admirer of great generals, the peasant woman's sturdy common sense
made him reflect on the wealth which might accrue to a country by the
employment of so many idle hands now maintained at a great expense,
of so much unproductive force, if they were employed in those great
industrial enterprises which it will take centuries to complete.
But Loiseau, leaving his seat, went over to the innkeeper and began
chatting in a low voice. The big man chuckled, coughed, sputtered; his
enormous carcass shook with merriment at the pleasantries of the other;
and he ended by buying six casks of claret from Loiseau to be delivered
in spring, after the departure of the Prussians.
The moment supper was over every one went to bed, worn out with fatigue.
But Loiseau, who had been making his observations on the sly, sent his
wife to bed, and amused himself by placing first his ear, and then his
eye, to the bedroom keyhole, in order to discover what he called "the
mysteries of the corridor."
At the end of about an hour he heard a rustling, peeped out quickly,
and caught sight of Boule de Suif, looking more rotund than ever in
a dressing-gown of blue cashmere trimmed with white lace. She held a
candle in her hand, and directed her steps to the numbered door at the
end of the corridor. But one of the side doors was partly opened,
and when, at the end of a few minutes, she returned, Cornudet, in his
shirt-sleeves, followed her. They spoke in low tones, then stopped
short. Boule de Suif seemed to be stoutly denying him admission to her
room. Unfortunately, Loiseau could not at first hear what they said;
but toward the end of the conversation they raised their voices, and he
caught a few words. Cornudet was loudly insistent.
"How silly you are! What does it matter to you?" he said.
She seemed indignant, and replied:
"No, my good man, there are times when one does not do that sort of
thing; besides, in this place it would be shameful."
Apparently he did not understand, and asked the reason. Then she lost
her temper and her caution, and, raising her voice still higher, said:
"Why? Can't you understand why? When there are Prussians in the house!
Perhaps even in the very next room!"
He was silent. The patriotic shame of this wanton, who would not suffer
herself to be caressed in the neighborhood of the enemy, m
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