Part 57 (1/2)

”Yes, to be sure I have; and when there's any fighting to be done, I am always on hand; eh, father?”

”Oh! to be sure! You are a wrong-headed youngster! anybody can see that!”

Catherine appeared and announced that supper was served in the next room.

”Let us adjourn to the table, messieurs,” said Monsieur Gerval, escorting the newcomers to the dining-room. They took their seats, the old peddler beside his host. Dupre, as a very old servant, who had become his master's friend, always ate at his table; he took his place, but Monsieur Gerval noticed that there was another plate beside him.

”For whom is this place, Dupre?” asked Monsieur Gerval.

”It is for our young lady, monsieur, or for her daughter, if either of them should come.”

”You know very well, my friend, that they are asleep now; Constance isn't in the habit of sitting up so late.”

”She isn't asleep, monsieur, for I heard a noise in her room.”

The old man cast a glance at his two companions, then addressed his host:

”You have ladies in your house? If we prevent them from coming to the table, we will go up to our room at once.”

”No, indeed! I have only a young woman and a child. The poor mother, alas! is bereft of her reason. She is an unfortunate creature, who has a too loving heart.”

”I am sorry for her!”

”Let us drink to her health, messieurs,” said tall Gervais, filling his gla.s.s and his neighbor's.

”That fellow doesn't stand much on ceremony,” thought Dupre, as he glanced at the peddler, who took the bottle himself; ”the devil! he would exhaust our cellar in short order.”

The old man glanced at his oldest son from time to time; he seemed displeased to see him drink so often, and reproached him for not being more temperate.

”You see, our host's wine is delicious,” replied Gervais; ”and you know that I am a good judge, father.”

”Do not spare it,” said Monsieur Gerval; ”it will give you strength to continue your journey to-morrow.”

”With pleasure, my dear monsieur; I am inclined to crook my elbow a bit.”

Dupre made a wry face; it seemed to him that Monsieur Gervais used some very peculiar expressions, and the more he drank, the less reserve he manifested. Honest Gerval excused it, and was much amused by the joviality of the peddler, which did not seem to please the old man so much.

”Why don't you drink, Jean?” said Gervais, nudging his neighbor; ”you're a sad fellow! And you, my dear and honored father; you make eyes at me that s.h.i.+ne like salt cellars! Morbleu! I am the only one of the family that knows how to laugh; eh, monsieur?--Monsieur de Gerval, your health and your family's and your lunatic's; and yours, you old fox, who look at us as if we'd come from Arabia Petraea.--Here's everybody's health! I am not stingy!”

”Excuse him, monsieur,” the old man said to Dupre, ”but when he has drunk a little, he doesn't know what he says.”

Dupre frowned and made no reply.

”I don't know what I say!” cried Gervais; ”ah! ten thousand dogs! you think that, do you, my dear father? Well! you lie like the blockhead you are! Isn't that so, Jean? isn't he a blockhead?”

The old man rose in a rage.

”If it weren't for the respect that I owe to our host,” he said, ”I'd punish you for your insolence; but I take pity on the situation you're in; come with me, and let us not keep monsieur from retiring any longer.”

”That's so, that's so, my dear father; I rather think I have been talking nonsense, and it's more prudent to go to bed; meanwhile I ask you for your blessing.”