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Padoie, a little moralist, a devotee, and always cross; but he needed money, needed it very badly, and he remembered that, of all his relations, the Padoies were the only ones whom he had never approached on the subject. Pere Varajou, formerly a horticulturist at Angers, but now retired from business, had closed his purse strings to his scapegrace son and had hardly seen him for two years.
From the moment you pay, without anyone seeing or knowing you, no one can get you into trouble." The cure did not insist, and gave him absolution. Theodule Sabot did the work on the chancel, and goes to communion every month. Quartermaster Varajou had obtained a week's leave to go and visit his sister, Madame Padoie.
Then he rose, and turning to his brother-in-law, said: "What house is this?" But Padoie, becoming suddenly furious, stammered out: "What house what what house is this? Wretch scoundrel villain what house, indeed? The house of the judge of the judge of the Supreme Court of the Supreme Court of the Supreme Court Oh, oh rascal! rascal! rascal!"
From the moment you pay, without anyone seeing or knowing you, no one can get you into trouble." The cure did not insist, and gave him absolution. Theodule Sabot did the work on the chancel, and goes to communion every month. Quartermaster Varajou had obtained a week's leave to go and visit his sister, Madame Padoie.
Padoie must have been almost fifty. He was tall, thin, bony, slow, hairy, with heavy arched eyebrows. He wore a velvet skull cap with a gold cord vandyke design round it. His look was gentle, like his actions. His speech, his gestures, his thoughts, all were soft. Varajou said to himself, "What a fool!"
Padoie said to her husband: "Are you going to the judge's house this evening?" "Yes, dear." "Do not stay late. You always get so tired when you go out. You are not made for society, with your poor health." She then talked about society in Vannes, of the excellent social circle in which the Padoies moved, thanks to their religious sentiments.
They all sat down to table, and the husband and wife crossed themselves over the pit of their stomachs, after which Padoie helped the soup, a meat soup. It was the day for pot-roast. After the soup, they had the beef, which was done to rags, melted, greasy, like pap. The officer ate slowly, with disgust, weariness and rage. Mme.
Then he rose, and turning to his brother-in-law, said: "What house is this?" But Padoie, becoming suddenly furious, stammered out: "What house what what house is this? Wretch scoundrel villain what house, indeed? The house of the judge of the judge of the Supreme Court of the Supreme Court of the Supreme Court Oh, oh rascal! rascal! rascal!"
And then two gentlemen appeared in evening dress, and wearing the ribbon of an order. Padoie rushed up to them. "Oh, judge he is crazy, he is crazy. He was sent to us as a convalescent. You can see that he is crazy." Varajou was sitting up now, and not being able to understand it all, he guessed that he had committed some monstrous folly.
But at last, being ashamed of his bashfulness, and with an awkward laugh, he said: "Do not people have any amusement in this country? I will pay for a bottle of wine." He had not finished his sentence when the door opened, and in walked Padoie dressed in a black suit.
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