“Ye saints!” cried the cook, at last getting somewhat excited, “if
there is no help for it, one must do the best one can! Here are two
snipes that I have bought from the hunter this minute; I’ll put them
in the pie. A partridge pie adulterated with snipe will be good enough
for your gluttons! And then there are some trout; the biggest I threw
into the water as that remarkable carriage came to the door; and there
is some soup in that little pan. So then we have fish, beef, cutlets
with vegetables, the joint, and the pie. Just give me the keys now, so
that I can get out the sweetmeats and the dessert! And, by the way,
you might do me the honour, sir, to entrust the key to me once for
all, so that I wouldn’t have to run after you for it and get into awful
straits.”
“Good woman, you must not bear me a grudge for that. I promised my wife
on her deathbed never to give the key out of my hands, so it’s a matter
of principle, not of mistrust. Here are the cucumbers, and here are
the cherries; here are the pears, and here the apricots; but this old,
stale pastry cannot be used. Quick! send Lise to the pastry-cook’s to
get fresh cakes, three dishes full, and if he has a good tart he may
send it also.”
“Dear me, sir! you can’t put all that on one gentleman’s bill. It will
cost you more than it is worth!”
“Never mind that. It’s all for the honour! It won’t kill me, and when
a grand swell like that passes through our town he shall be able to
say he dined well, though he was not expected, and it was in winter!
I won’t have it said of me as they say of the hosts of Seldwyla, that
they eat everything good themselves and leave the bones for their
customers. Go ahead, then, all of you, and do your best!”
* * * * *
Without further delay he was asked to table, a chair was placed for
him, and as the fragrant odour of the savoury soup, the like of which
he had not smelled for many a day, robbed him completely of his will,
he sat down in God’s name and at once dipped his heavy spoon into
the golden brown liquid. In deep silence did he refresh his wearied
spirits, and he was waited upon in respectfully hushed awe.
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