The driver was going to refuse, out of prudence, when the fireman
abruptly accepted, influenced by the idea of watching them, and so
making quite sure of their feelings towards one another. Entering the
kitchen they seated themselves at the table, on which Philomène placed
glasses and a bottle of brandy, saying in a low tone:
"Try not to make too much noise, because my brother is asleep upstairs,
and he is not very pleased when I receive friends."
Then, as she filled their glasses, she immediately added:
"By the way, you know that Mother Lebleu pegged out this morning? Oh!
as to that I said so: it will kill her, I said, if they put her in that
lodging on the back--a regular prison! Still she lasted four months,
chewing the cud of bitterness, because she could see nothing but zinc.
And what gave her the finishing stroke, when she found it impossible
to move from her armchair, was assuredly the knowledge that she would
never more be able to keep watch on Mademoiselle Guichon and Monsieur
Dabadie. It was a habit she had got. Yes, she was enraged at never
having been able to catch them, and she died of it."
Philomène paused to toss off a thimbleful of brandy, and resumed with a
laugh:
"Of course there is something going on between them. Only they are too
sharp! It is quite a puzzle! All the same, I think little Madame Moulin
saw them one night. But there is no fear of her talking, she is too
stupid; and, besides, her husband, the assistant station-master----"
Again she broke off to exclaim:
"I say, it is next week that the Roubaud case comes on for trial at
Rouen!"
Until then, Jacques and Pecqueux had listened to her without putting
in a word. The latter simply thought her very talkative. Never had she
exerted her conversational powers to such an extent with him; and he
kept his eyes on her, becoming little by little heated by jealousy at
seeing her so excited in the presence of his chief.
"Yes," answered the driver, in a perfectly tranquil manner, "I received
the summons."
Philomène drew nearer to him, delighted at being able to graze his
elbow.
"So have I," she, said. "I am a witness. Ah! Monsieur Jacques, when I
was questioned about you, for you know the examining-magistrate wished
to ascertain the real truth in regard to your acquaintance with this
poor lady; yes, when he questioned me, I said to him: But, monsieur, he
adored her, it is impossible that he can have done her any harm! Is not
that right? I had seen you together and was in a fit position to speak."
"Oh!" said the young man, with a gesture of indifference; "I was not
anxious. I could say hour for hour how I passed my time. If the company
have kept me, it is because there is not the slightest thing they can
reproach me with."
A pause followed, and all three slowly drank their brandy.
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