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Ball of Fat 16
"I am doing it for your sakes, remember that!"
The countess took her hand.
"And we are grateful to you."
She left the room. All waited for her return before commencing the meal. Each
was distressed that he or she had not been sent for rather than this impulsive,
quick-tempered girl, and each mentally rehearsed platitudes in case of being
summoned also.
But at the end of ten minutes she reappeared breathing hard, crimson with
indignation.
"Oh! the scoundrel! the scoundrel!" she stammered.
All were anxious to know what had happened; but she declined to enlighten them,
and when the count pressed the point, she silenced him with much dignity,
saying:
"No; the matter has nothing to do with you, and I cannot speak of it."
Then they took their places round a high soup tureen, from which issued an odor
of cabbage. In spite of this coincidence, the supper was cheerful. The cider was
good; the Loiseaus and the nuns drank it from motives of economy. The others
ordered wine; Cornudet demanded beer. He had his own fashion of uncorking the
bottle and making the beer foam, gazing at it as he inclined his glass and then
raised it to a position between the lamp and his eye that he might judge of its
color. When he drank, his great beard, which matched the color of his favorite
beverage, seemed to tremble with affection; his eyes positively squinted in the
endeavor not to lose sight of the beloved glass, and he looked for all the world
as if he were fulfilling the only function for which he was born. He seemed to
have established in his mind an affinity between the two great passions of his
life—pale ale and revolution—and assuredly he could not taste the one without
dreaming of the other.
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