The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2Maupassant, Guy de
General
The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2
Maupassant, Guy de
French fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, French -- Translations into English
Only, she ought to have remembered that, after all, she alone kept her
subjects in check, and as Daddy La Bretagne said, by a right object.
With her to console them, they would no doubt have borne anything, but
she was foolish enough to cut down their food, and not to fill their
common dish as full as it used to be. She wanted to keep everything for
her lover, and that raised the exasperation of the eighteen to its
height, and so one night when she and the clown were asleep, among all
these fasting men, the eighteen threw themselves upon them. They wrapped
the despot's arms and legs up in tarpaulin, and in the presence of the
woman, who was firmly bound, they flogged him till he was black and
blue.
"Yes," old Bretagne said to me, himself, "yes, Monsieur, that was our
revenge. The king was guillotined in 1793, and so we guillotined our
king also."
And he concluded with a sneer, and said: "Ah! We wished to be just, and
as it was not his head that had made him our king, so, by Jove, we
settled him."
BABETTE
I was not very fond of going to inspect that asylum for old, infirm
men, officially, as I was obliged to go over it in company of the
superintendent, who was talkative, and a statistician. But then, the
grandson of the foundress accompanied us, who was evidently pleased at
that minute inspection, and he was a charming man, and the owner of a
large forest, where he had given me permission to shoot, and I was, of
course, obliged to pretend to be interested in his grandmother's
philanthropic work. So with a smile on my lips I endured the
superintendent's interminable discourse, punctuating it here and there,
as best I could, by a:
"Ah! really! ... Very strange, indeed! ... I should never have believed
it! ..."
I was absolutely ignorant of the matter to which I replied thus, for my
thoughts were lulled to repose by the constant humming of our loquacious
guide. I was only vaguely conscious that no doubt the persons and things
would have appeared worthy of attention to me if I had been there alone
as an idler, for in that case, I should certainly have asked the
superintendent:
"Who is this Babette, whose name appears so constantly in the complaints
of so many of the inmates?"
Quite a dozen men and women had spoken to us about her, now to complain
of her, now to praise her; and especially the women, as soon as they saw
the superintendent, cried out:
"M'sieur, Babette has again been ..."
"There! that will do, that will do!" he interrupted them, his gentle
voice suddenly becoming harsh.
At other times he would amicably question some old man with a happy
countenance, and say:
"Well, my friend! I suppose you are very happy here?"
Many replied with fervent expressions of gratitude, with which Babette's
name was frequently mingled, and when he heard them speak so, the
superintendent put on an ecstatic air; looking up to heaven with clasped
hands, he said, slowly shaking his head: "Ah! Babette is a very precious
woman, very precious!"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account