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Ball of Fat 24
"What does he want? He wants to make me his mistress!" she cried.
No one was shocked at the word, so great was the general indignation. Cornudet
broke his jug as he banged it down on the table. A loud outcry arose against
this base soldier. All were furious. They drew together in common resistance
against the foe, as if some part of the sacrifice exacted of Ball of Fat had
been demanded of each. The count declared, with supreme disgust, that those
people behaved like ancient barbarians. The women, above all, manifested a
lively and tender sympathy for Ball of Fat. The nuns, who appeared only at
meals, cast down their eyes, and said nothing.
They dined, however, as soon as the first indignant outburst had subsided; but
they spoke little and thought much.
The ladies went to bed early; and the men, having lighted their pipes, proposed
a game of ecarte, in which Monsieur Follenvie was invited to join, the
travellers hoping to question him skillfully as to the best means of vanquishing
the officer's obduracy. But he thought of nothing but his cards, would listen to
nothing, reply to nothing, and repeated, time after time: "Attend to the game,
gentlemen! attend to the game!" So absorbed was his attention that he even
forgot to expectorate. The consequence was that his chest gave forth rumbling
sounds like those of an organ. His wheezing lungs struck every note of the
asthmatic scale, from deep, hollow tones to a shrill, hoarse piping resembling
that of a young cock trying to crow.
He refused to go to bed when his wife, overcome with sleep, came to fetch him.
So she went off alone, for she was an early bird, always up with the sun; while
he was addicted to late hours, ever ready to spend the night with friends. He
merely said: "Put my egg-nogg by the fire," and went on with the game. When the
other men saw that nothing was to be got out of him they declared it was time to
retire, and each sought his bed.
They rose fairly early the next morning, with a vague hope of being allowed to
start, a greater desire than ever to do so, and a terror at having to spend
another day in this wretched little inn.
Alas! the horses remained in the stable, the driver was invisible. They spent
their time, for want of something better to do, in wandering round the coach.
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