Part 10 (1/2)
”I cannot receive you, sir,” said he.
The man half rose.
”What! Are you afraid that I will not pay you? Do you want me to pay you in advance? I have money, I tell you.”
”It is not that.”
”What then?”
”You have money--”
”Yes,” said the man.
”And I,” said the host, ”have no room.”
The man resumed tranquilly, ”Put me in the stable.”
”I cannot.”
”Why?”
”The horses take up all the s.p.a.ce.”
”Very well!” retorted the man; ”a corner of the loft then, a truss of straw. We will see about that after dinner.”
”I cannot give you any dinner.”
This declaration, made in a measured but firm tone, struck the stranger as grave. He rose.
”Ah! bah! But I am dying of hunger. I have been walking since sunrise. I have travelled twelve leagues. I pay. I wish to eat.”
”I have nothing,” said the landlord.
The man burst out laughing, and turned towards the fireplace and the stoves: ”Nothing! and all that?”
”All that is engaged.”
”By whom?”
”By messieurs the wagoners.”
”How many are there of them?”
”Twelve.”
”There is enough food there for twenty.”
”They have engaged the whole of it and paid for it in advance.”
The man seated himself again, and said, without raising his voice, ”I am at an inn; I am hungry, and I shall remain.”