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Ball of Fat 21
The three men returned in a very uneasy frame of mind.
They asked for Monsieur Follenvie, but the servant replied that on account of
his asthma he never got up before ten o'clock. They were strictly forbidden to
rouse him earlier, except in case of fire.
They wished to see the officer, but that also was impossible, although he lodged
in the inn. Monsieur Follenvie alone was authorized to interview him on civil
matters. So they waited. The women returned to their rooms, and occupied
themselves with trivial matters.
Cornudet settled down beside the tall kitchen fireplace, before a blazing fire.
He had a small table and a jug of beer placed beside him, and he smoked his
pipe—a pipe which enjoyed among democrats a consideration almost equal to his
own, as though it had served its country in serving Cornudet. It was a fine
meerschaum, admirably colored to a black the shade of its owner's teeth, but
sweet-smelling, gracefully curved, at home in its master's hand, and completing
his physiognomy. And Cornudet sat motionless, his eyes fixed now on the dancing
flames, now on the froth which crowned his beer; and after each draught he
passed his long, thin fingers with an air of satisfaction through his long,
greasy hair, as he sucked the foam from his mustache.
Loiseau, under pretence of stretching his legs, went out to see if he could sell
wine to the country dealers. The count and the manufacturer began to talk
politics. They forecast the future of France. One believed in the Orleans
dynasty, the other in an unknown savior—a hero who should rise up in the last
extremity: a Du Guesclin, perhaps a Joan of Arc? or another Napoleon the First?
Ah! if only the Prince Imperial were not so young! Cornudet, listening to them,
smiled like a man who holds the keys of destiny in his hands. His pipe perfumed
the whole kitchen.
As the clock struck ten, Monsieur Follenvie appeared. He was immediately
surrounded and questioned, but could only repeat, three or four times in
succession, and without variation, the words:
"The officer said to me, just like this: 'Monsieur Follenvie, you will forbid
them to harness up the coach for those travellers to-morrow. They are not to
start without an order from me. You hear? That is sufficient.'"
Then they asked to see the officer. The count sent him his card, on which
Monsieur Carre-Lamadon also inscribed his name and titles. The Prussian sent
word that the two men would be admitted to see him after his luncheon—that is to
say, about one o'clock.
The ladies reappeared, and they all ate a little, in spite of their anxiety.
Ball of Fat appeared ill and very much worried.
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