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Updated: May 20, 2025
"No; I rather felt a fancy for a cutlet rolled in bread-crumbs," she said as she left the shop, "but the one you have left is too fat. I must come another time." Lisa bent forward to watch her through the sausage-skins hanging in the shop-front, and saw her cross the road and enter the fruit market. "The old she-goat!" growled Gavard.
However, he made the poultry dealer promise that he would not speak of the matter to anyone; and as Gavard also felt a vague fear of Lisa, he kept the secret, which was really very meritorious in him. And now the whole pork shop seemed happy. Handsome Lisa manifested the greatest friendliness towards her brother-in-law.
Both the others swore that they would never breathe a word of what they might hear; and they craned out their necks with eager curiosity, whilst the old maid solemnly resumed: "Well, then, Monsieur Gavard has been behaving very strangely of late. He has been buying firearms a great big pistol one of those which revolve, you know.
Nevertheless, he much preferred to spend his evenings at Monsieur Lebigre's, where he met a group of friends who shared his own opinions. Thus when Florent was appointed to the inspectorship of the fish market, Gavard began to lead him astray, taking him off for hours, and prompting him to lead a bachelor's life now that he had obtained a berth.
"We have only been here some five minutes, said Madame Lecoeur unblushingly, as her brother-in-law still stood hesitating. "Well, then, I'll go upstairs and see. I'll risk the five flights," rejoined Gavard with a laugh. La Sarriette stepped forward as though she wished to detain him, but her aunt took hold of her arm and drew her back. "Let him alone, you big simpleton!" she whispered.
Gavard, however, abominated lean women; and would, indeed, only stroke such cats and dogs as were very fat; so that Madame Lecoeur, who was long and withered, failed in her designs. With her feelings greatly hurt, furious at the ex-roaster's five-franc pieces eluding her grasp, she nurtured great spite against him. He became the enemy to whom she devoted all her time.
"She wants you to tell her," she said, "the story of that unfortunate man you know whom I mean which you told to Gavard one evening. She must have heard you." At this Florent grew very grave. The little girl got up, and taking the big cat in her arms, placed it on his knees, saying that Mouton also would like to hear the story.
However, there was a knock at the passage door, and Gavard, who stayed at Monsieur Lebigre's every evening until midnight, came in. He had called for a definite answer about the fish inspectorship. "You must understand," he said, "that Monsieur Verlaque cannot wait any longer; he is too ill. So Florent must make up his mind. I have promised to give a positive answer early to-morrow."
Gavard grasped her hands, while she with merry impudence resumed: "I'll bet that you were talking about me just as I came in. Tell me what you were saying, uncle." However, Lisa now called to her, "Just look and tell me if this is thin enough." She was cutting the strips of bacon fat with great care on a piece of board in front of her.
At last Marjolin nominally took service under Gavard, happy in having nothing to do except to listen to his master's flow of talk, while Cadine still continued to sell violets, quite accustomed by this time to old Mother Chantemesse's scoldings.
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