“Oh, but in these times, you know, it’s well worth forty francs!” “Very good,” I said, “agreed, forty francs.” He then let me go inside the house with Mlle. Soubise, and sent his son forward to the boy, who was coming along holding the colt by his mane. He had taken off the halter very considerately, and thrown my rug over its steaming sides. On reaching the house, the poor beast was quickly unharnessed, and taken into a little inclosure, at the far end of which a few badly joined planks served as a stable for an old mule, which was aroused by the fat woman with kicks, and turned out into the inclosure. The colt took its place, and when I asked for some oats for it she replied: “P’raps we could get it some, but that isn’t in the price of the forty francs.” “Very well,” I said; and I gave our boy five francs to fetch the oats, but the old shrew took the money from him and handed it to her lad, saying: “You go, you know where to find them, and come back quick.” Our boy stayed with the colt, drying it and rubbing it down as well as he could. I went back to the house, where I found my charming Soubise with her sleeves turned up, and her delicate hands washing two glasses and two plates for us. I asked if it would be possible to have some eggs. “Yes, but——” I interrupted our monstrous hostess. “Don’t tire yourself, madame, I beg,” I said. “It is understood that the forty francs are your tip and that I am to pay for everything else.” She was confused for a moment, shaking her head and trying to find words, but I asked her to give me the eggs. She brought me five eggs and I began to prepare my omelette, as my culinary glory is an omelette. The water was nauseous, so we drank cider. I sent for the boy and let him have something to eat in our presence, for I was afraid that the ogress would give him too economical a meal. When I paid the fabulous bill of seventy-five francs, inclusive, of course, of the forty francs, the matron put on her spectacles and, taking one of the gold pieces, looked at it on one side, then on the other, made it ring on a plate and then on the ground. She did this with each of the three gold pieces. I could not help laughing. “Oh, there’s nothing to laugh at!” she grunted. “For the last six months we’ve had nothing but thieves here.” “And you know something about theft!” I said. She looked at me, trying to make out what I meant, but the laughing expression in my eyes took away her suspicions. This was very fortunate, as they were people capable of doing us harm. I had taken the precaution, when sitting down to table, of putting my revolver near me. “You know how to fire that?” asked the lame man.