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Everybody laughed, and he continued: "When we get to the Cafe Bourbeux, give it some brandy, and it won't bother you any more, I wager." But Belhomme could contain himself no longer; he began howling as though his soul were being torn from his body. The priest was obliged to hold his head for him. They asked Cesaire Horlaville to stop at the nearest house.
Perrine smiled at this description of the teacher that she was to have. After they had made a tour of the factories they stopped before a girl's school and Mlle. Belhomme ran out to greet M. Vulfran. He expressed a wish to get down and go into the school and speak with her. Perrine, who followed in their footsteps, was able to examine her.
Perhaps everybody knew, for no one was surprised. Even Caniveau kept mum. But Belhomme began to moan again: "Oh-oh-oh! It's scratching about in the bottom of my ear! Oh, dear, oh, dear!" The coach just then stopped at the Cafe Polyto. The priest said: "If someone were to pour a little water into your ear, it might perhaps drive it out. Do you want to try?" "Sure! I am willing."
A large peasant, heavier than an ox, made the springs bend, and was in turn engulfed in the interior of the yellow chest. "Maitre Belhomme." Belhomme, tall and thin, came forward, his neck bent, his head hanging, a handkerchief held to his ear as if he were suffering from a terrible toothache.
Belhomme was most enthusiastic in her praise of Perrine. "Does she show any intelligence?" asked M. Vulfran. "Why she is wonderfully intelligent," replied Mlle. Belhomme; "it would have been such a calamity if she had remained without an education...." M. Vulfran smiled at Mlle. Belhomme's words. "What about her spelling?" he asked. "Oh, that is very poor but she'll do better.
Belhomme had seated himself on the table and had taken the bowl between his knees; he was observing, with serious attention and a vengeful anger in his eye, the conquered insect which was twisting round in the water. He grunted, "You rotten little beast!" and he spat on it.
"I think he must have known how few there were there," said Perrine. "His ears take the place of his eyes, and that empty silence could not deceive him." "Poor man," murmured Mlle. Belhomme; "and yet...." She paused. Then, as she was not in the habit of holding anything back, she went on: "And yet it will be a great lesson to him.
But when Mlle. Belhomme saw that Perrine was also anxious to talk about Talouel and the two nephews and their hopes regarding the business she was not so communicative. It was quite natural that the girl should show an interest in her benefactor, but that she should be interested in the village gossip was not permissible.
A couple of drops dripped into the white bowl. All the passengers rushed forward. No insect had come out. However, Belhomme exclaimed: "I don't feel anything any more." The priest triumphantly exclaimed: "Certainly it has been drowned." Everybody was happy and got back into the coach. But hardly had they started when Belhomme began to cry out again.
The old woman, Madame Belhomme, had been freely released the day after her arrest, but Jeanne Lange is still in the house in the Rue de Charonne. You know it, Ffoulkes. I got her there early this morning.
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