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The ladies retired early; the men, while they smoked, got up a game of ecarté, which Monsieur Follenvie was invited to join, as they intended pumping him skillfully as to the means that could be employed for overcoming the officer's opposition to their departure.
Follenvie to join them, because they wanted to question him skillfully as to the means to be used to overcome the Officer's resistance. but he had his mind concentrated on the cards; he did not hear anything, did not answer anything, and kept on repeating: "Attend to the game, Gentlemen! attend to the game!"
Monsieur Follenvie, entering presently, announced that Mademoiselle Rousset was indisposed, and that there was consequently no need to delay supper any longer. They all pricked up their ears. The Countess approached the innkeeper with a whispered "All right?" "Yes." For propriety's sake he said nothing to his companions, but he made them a slight sign of the head.
Just as soup was served, Monsieur Follenvie reappeared, repeating his phrase of the evening before: "The Prussian officer sends to ask if Mademoiselle Elisabeth Rousset has changed her mind." Boule de Suif answered briefly: "No, monsieur." But at dinner the coalition weakened. Loiseau made three unfortunate remarks.
You would have said that he established in his own mind some connection or affinity between the two great passions that monopolized his life Ale and Revolution and most assuredly he never dipped into the one without thinking of the other. Monsieur and Madame Follenvie supped at the farther end of the table.
She addressed herself chiefly to the Countess, as it flattered her to be able to say she had conversed with a lady of quality. She presently lowered her voice and proceeded to recount some rather delicate matters, her husband breaking in from time to time with "You had much better hold your tongue, Madame Follenvie," to which she paid not the slightest attention, but went on.
His pipe perfumed the whole kitchen with its balmy fragrance. On the stroke of ten Monsieur Follenvie made his appearance. They instantly attacked him with questions, but he had but one answer which he repeated two or three times without variation. "The officer said to me, 'Monsieur Follenvie, you will forbid them to harness the horses for these travelers to-morrow morning.
But soon there arose from some remote part it might easily have been either cellar or attic a stertorous, monotonous, regular snoring, a dull, prolonged rumbling, varied by tremors like those of a boiler under pressure of steam. Monsieur Follenvie had gone to sleep.
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. Monsieur and Madame Follenvie dined at the end of the table. The man, wheezing like a broken-down locomotive, was too short-winded to talk when he was eating.
In the evening just as the soup was being brought to the table Monsieur Follenvie made his appearance again with the same message as before: "The Prussian officer sends to ask Mademoiselle Elizabeth Rousset if she had not changed her mind." "No, Monsieur," Boule de Suif replied curtly. At supper the coalition weakened.
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