One can lodge here to-night, madame?
Perfectly! said the landlady in a high, sing-song, cheery voice.
Good. One can dinesupwhat you please to call it?
Ah, perfectly! cried the landlady as before. Dispatch then, madame, if you please. Something to eat, as quickly as you can; and some wine at once. I am exhausted.
It is very bad weather, monsieur, said the landlady.
And a very long road.
A cursed road.
His hoarse voice failed him, and he rested his head upon his hands until a bottle of wine was brought from the counter. Having filled and emptied his little tumbler twice, and having broken off an end from the great loaf that was set before him with his cloth and napkin, soup-plate, salt, pepper, and oil, he rested his back against the corner of the wall, made a couch of the bench on which he sat, and began to chew crust, until such time as his repast should be ready. There had been that momentary interruption of the talk about the stove, and that temporary inattention to and distraction from one another, which is usually inseparable in such a company from the arrival of a stranger. It had passed over by this time; and the men had done glancing at him, and were talking again.
Thats the true reason, said one of them, bringing a story he had been telling, to a close, thats the true reason why they said that the devil was let loose. The speaker was the tall Swiss belonging to the church, and he brought something of the authority of the church into the discussionespecially as the devil was in question.
The landlady having given her directions for the new guests entertainment to her husband, who acted as cook to the Break of Day, had resumed her needlework behind her counter. She was a smart, neat, bright little woman, with a good deal of cap and a good deal of stocking, and she struck into the conversation with several laughing nods of her head, but without looking up from her work.
Ah Heaven, then, said she. When the boat came up from Lyons, and brought the news that the devil was actually let loose at Marseilles, some fly-catchers swallowed it. But I? No, not I.
Madame, you are always right, returned the tall Swiss. Doubtless you were enraged against that man, madame?
Ay, yes, then! cried the landlady, raising her eyes from her work, opening them very wide, and tossing her head on one side. Naturally, yes.
He was a bad subject.
He was a wicked wretch, said the landlady, and well merited what he had the good fortune to escape. So much the worse.
Stay, madame! Let us see, returned the Swiss, argumentatively turning his cigar between his lips. It may have been his unfortunate destiny. He may have been the child of circumstances. It is always possible that he had, and has, good in him if one did but know how to find it out. Philosophical philanthropy teaches
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