Sans-Cravate; or, The Messengers; Little StreamsKock, Paul de
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Sans-Cravate; or, The Messengers; Little Streams
Kock, Paul de
French fiction -- Translations into English
"Ah! this is too much! a blow, because I handed her a letter of
recommendation; a blow, when, just before, she had let me touch her
knee, and---- It is inconceivable! And, with all the rest, I am out of
pocket.--Waiter! waiter!"
The waiter appeared; the expression of his face was even more ironical
than before. Tobie had four francs fifty centimes to pay. He paid it,
sighing profoundly, and saying to himself:
"If only I can win it back at bouillotte!"
At that moment the showman began again, tapping the canvas with his
stick:
"Walk in, messieurs, mesdames; you will see what you will see. Buy your
tickets! if you are not satisfied, you'll get your money back."
"The devil take you!" muttered Tobie, as he left the room. "I am not at
all satisfied; I have spent money recklessly to-day, and I shan't get it
back!"
VIII
THE WINE SHOP.--SCENES AMONG THE COMMON PEOPLE
On the first floor of a wine shop on Rue Saint-Lazare was a room
containing several tables; the room was reached by a staircase, which
started from the shop itself and ended almost in the middle of the room
in question, which was frequented by drinkers who desired to be more at
their ease than was possible below.
The room was ordinarily occupied by workmen, loafers, and an occasional
peddler. The workmen, after a laborious day, came to the wine shop to
take a modest meal and to rest their tired limbs; the others, after
idling the greater part of the day, came thither to spend a large part
of the night in the same occupation.
Those who had done no work, and consequently had earned nothing,
generally spent the most money. Economy is almost always the companion
of toil; dissipation, of idleness.
A journeyman mason sat at one of the tables, eating with evident
enjoyment a piece of cheese, washed down with a mug of wine; the
tempting invitations of his comrades were powerless to induce him to
spend another sou, for he was determined to save money and not remain a
mere journeyman all his days.
Near by sat a carpenter, with a red nose, bloated face, and eyes
blinking with the vapors of wine; he had already emptied several
bottles, and, instead of going home to his waiting family, was all ready
to drink some more, inviting his acquaintances and even strangers to
join him, in order to find an excuse for further tippling, aye, to spend
the last sou of the wages he had just received, and for which his wife
was waiting in order to buy bread for their children.
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