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Une belle réussite qui m'a intéressé jusqu'à la fin. But the day grew apace. The consequence was that his chest gave forth rumbling sounds like those of an organ. They found themselves in the square, with the church at the farther side, and to right and left low-roofed houses where there were some Prussian soldiers. A large four-horse coach having, therefore, been engaged for the journey, and ten passengers having given in their names to the proprietor, they decided to start on a certain Tuesday morning before daybreak, to avoid attracting a crowd. But Loiseau, leaving his seat, went over to the innkeeper and began chatting in a low voice. They were mere disorganized bands, not disciplined forces. It happened by chance that all the women were seated on the same side; and the countess had, moreover, as neighbours two nuns, who spent the time in fingering their long rosaries and murmuring paternosters and aves. No, indeed! The coach had been on the road eleven hours, which, with the three hours allotted the horses in four periods for feeding and breathing, made fourteen. She sings marvellously and draws to perfection. A loud outcry arose against this base soldier. And they knew also that they could reap these advantages by making an appeal to M. It was you who betrayed that man. Still the horses were not harnessed.
No one spoke when she had finished for fear of spoiling the excellent effect of her words. These six people occupied the farther end of the coach, and represented Society—with an income—the strong, established society of good people with religion and principle. Berma, and, on the following afternoons, Le Demi-Monde, Les Caprices de Marianne, names which, like that of Phèdre, were for me transparent, filled with light only, so familiar were those works to me, illuminated to their very depths by the revealing smile of art. The floor was covered with straw, into which the feet sank. Some of these had important commercial interests at Havre —occupied at present by the French army—and wished to attempt to reach that port by overland route to Dieppe, taking the boat from there. The faces of his neighbours clouded; the popular air evidently did not find favour with them; they grew nervous and irritable, and seemed ready to howl as a dog does at the sound of a barrel-organ. Monsieur Carre-Lamadon was reflecting profoundly. The seed sown the preceding evening was being given time to germinate and bring forth fruit. And if only you saw them drilling for hours, indeed for days, together; they all collect in a field, then they do nothing but march backward and forward, and wheel this way and that. When you share your life with someone, you must be able to head off on your own and discover things for yourself. The ladies at the far end, having brought with them little copper foot-warmers heated by means of a kind of chemical fuel, proceeded to light these, and spent some time in expatiating in low tones on their advantages, saying over and over again things which they had all known for a long time. All waited for her return before commencing the meal. Terrible stories were told about the Prussians, deeds of bravery were recounted of the French; and all these people who were fleeing themselves were ready to pay homage to the courage of their compatriots. Cornudet, however, had a bottle of rum, which he offered to his neighbors.
The two nuns seemed to hear nothing, and to be lost in thought. Boule de Suif flushed crimson to the ears, and the three married women felt unutterably humiliated at being met thus by the soldier in company with the girl whom he had treated with such scant ceremony. An interview is quickly done and read, and soon forgotten. They found themselves in the square, with the church at the farther side, and to right and left low-roofed houses where there were some Prussian soldiers. Sans doute ils préféraient le commerce de certains chefs plus lettrés, plus artistes, avec lesquels ils pouvaient parler de Nietsche, de Wagner. At first no one spoke. Then they began to talk about him, his figure, and his face. But at the end of ten minutes she reappeared breathing hard, crimson with indignation. I should have preferred to return to the literary career that I had planned for myself, and had been abandoned, years before, in my wanderings along the Guermantes way. Then she lowered her voice, and began to broach delicate subjects. All was said with due restraint and regard for propriety, the effect heightened now and then by an outburst of forced enthusiasm calculated to excite emulation. Her neighbors, the Comte and Comtesse Hubert de Breville, bore one of the noblest and most ancient names in Normandy.