Mademoiselle Fifi
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The wealth of the de Brevilles, all invested in real estate, was
estimated to yield an annual income of five hundred thousand francs.
These six persons occupied the rear of the coach, the side of
wealthy, serene and solid Society, authoritative, honest people
who have religion and principles.
By a strange hazard, all the women were seated on the same side;
and the Countess further had for neighbors two saintly nuns who
fingered long rosaries and mumbled Paters and Aves. One of them
was old and had a face so deeply pitted with smallpox, that she
looked as if she had been shot full in the face by a rapid-firing
gun. The other, very frail, had a pretty and sickly head on
a narrow consumptive chest eaten up by that devouring faith which
makes martyrs and visionaries. Seated opposite the nuns, a man
and a woman attracted the eyes of all the other passengers.
The man, a well known character, was Cornudet the democrat,
the terror of respectable people. Since twenty years he had been
dipping his large red beard in the bocks of all the democratic
Cafes. He had spent, with the help of his brethren and friends, a
good sized fortune inherited from his father, a retired Confectioner,
and he was impatiently waiting for the advent of the Republic
to secure a political position deserved by so many revolutionary
libations. On the fourth of September, possibly as a result of a
practical joke, he had thought that he had been appointed Prefect, but
when he wanted to take up his duties, the clerk, who had remained
in charge of the office, refused to recognize him, which compelled
him to retire. A very good natured chap, and moreover inoffensive
and serviable, he had worked with an incomparable energy to organize
the defense of the City. He had had trenches dug in the plains,
all the young trees in the neighboring forests cut down, traps set
on all the roads, and at the approach of the enemy, satisfied with
his preparations, he had hurriedly returned to town. He thought
now that he would be more useful in Havre where new trenches were
going to be needed.
The woman, one of those called gallant, was famous for her precocious
embonpoint which had earned her the nickname of "Boule de Suif"
(ball of tallow). Short and rotund all over, fat enough to supply
lard, with puffed fingers constricted at the joints and looking
like strings of small sausages, a shiny and tight skin, an enormous
bust which protruded from under her gown, she was yet attractive
and much coveted, her fresh appearance being pleasant to look at.
Her face was like a red apple, a peony bud, ready to bloom forth;
and in the upper part of her face, two magnificent black eyes,
shaded by large thick lashes which cast a shadow into them; in the
lower part, a charming mouth, narrow, moist, ripe for kisses, and
furnished with white and microscopic teeth.
Moreover she was said to be full of invaluable qualities.
As soon as she was recognized, whispers circulated among the
respectable women and the words: "hussy", "public scandal" were
spoken so loud that she raised her head. Then she turned on her
neighbors such a challenging and haughty look, that a great silence
fell on the company and they all lowered their eyes except Loiseau,
who kept on watching her with an exhilarated air.
But soon the conversation was resumed between the three ladies, whom
the presence of this girl had suddenly made friends, almost intimates.
It seemed to them that they should form a sort of "fasces" of their
conjugal dignities in the presence of this shameless mercenary;
for legalized love always looks down on its free brother.
The three men, also drawn closer by an instinct of conservation at
the sight of Cornudet, spoke of money matters with an expression
of contempt for the poor. Count Hubert related the damage done to
his property by the Prussians, the losses that would result from
their stealing of a tenfold millionaire grand Seigneur whom such
reverses would hardly incommodate for one year. Mr. Carre-Lamadon,
who had suffered serious losses in his cotton business, had taken
the precaution of sending six hundred thousand francs to England,
a provision for rainy days which would enable him to meet
emergencies. As to Loiseau, he had found a way of selling to the
French Quartermaster's Office all the low grade wines he had in
stock, so that the Government owed him a tremendous sum, which he
expected to cash in time at Havre.
And all three cast at each other quick and friendly glances.
Although belonging to different social sets, they felt united in the
brotherhood of money, the great freemasonry of those who possess,
who jingle gold when they put their hands in the pockets of their
trousers.
The coach was making such slow headway that at ten o'clock A. M.
they had traveled only four leagues. The men got off three times
and walked up the hills. They began to feel uneasy, because they
expected to have luncheon in Totes and now there was hardly any
possibility of getting there before night. Each was watching to
find an inn on the road, when the coach foundered in a snow-drift,
and it took two hours to extricate it.
Appetites grew and spirits fell; no road-house, no wine dealer could
be discovered, the approach of the Prussians and the passage of
the starving French troops having frightened away all the trades-people.
The men went to the farmhouses by the roadside to look for food
but they did not even find bread, for the suspicious peasants had
hidden away their reserve of provisions for fear of being pillaged
by the soldiers who, having nothing to eat, were taking forcibly
what they discovered.
Toward one o'clock in the afternoon Loiseau announced that positively
he felt a big hollow in his stomach. All of them had been suffering
like him for a long time, and the violent craving for food, growing
steadily had killed off the conversations.
From time to time one of them yawned, another imitated him instantly;
and each, in turn, according to his character, manners and social
position, opened his mouth noisily or modestly holding his hand
before the gaping hole from which breath steamed out.
Boule de Suif stooped several times as if looking for something under
her petticoats. She hesitated a second, looked at her neighbors
and the straightened herself up quietly. Faces were pale and drawn.
Loiseau said that he would pay one thousand francs for a knuckle
of ham. His wife made a gesture as if to protest, then she became
calm. She always suffered when she heard of money being squandered,
and did not even understand jokes on that subject. "As a matter
of fact, I don't feel well, said the Count; why did I not think
of taking provisions with me?"--Every one was reproaching himself
with the same omission.
Cornudet, however, had a pocket bottle of rum; he offered some to
his companions; they refused coldly. Loiseau alone accepted a few
drops, and when he returned the bottle, he thanked: "It is good,
all the same! it warms you up and it cheats the appetite."--The
drink put him in good humor and he proposed that they should do as
on the small boat in the song: "eat the fattest of the passengers."
This indirect allusion to Boule de Suif shocked the well-bred
passengers. There was no response. Cornudet alone smiled. The
two good Sisters had ceased to mumble their rosary, and with their
hands thrust down in their wide sleeves, they held themselves
motionless, obstinately lowering their eyes and doubtless offering
up as a sacrifice to God the suffering He had sent them.
At last, at three o'clock, as they were still in the middle of an
interminable plain, without any village in sight, Boule de Suif
bent down quickly and from under her seat pulled out a large basket
covered with a white napkin.
She drew out first a small earthen plate, a fine silver drinking
cup, then a large pot in which two whole chickens, carved in pieces,
had stewed in their own gravy; and one could further see in the
basket other good things wrapped up, pastry, fruit, delicacies,
provisions prepared for a three days' trip, so that the traveler
would not have to touch the food in the inns. The neck of four
bottles emerged from among the food packages. She took the wing of
a chicken and, began to eat it delicately with one of those small
rolls which in Normandy are called "Regence."
All the eyes were attracted in her direction. Then the appetizing
smell filled the coach, making the nostrils dilate and mouths water,
while the jaws under the ears contracted painfully. The contempt
of the ladies for this girl was becoming ferocious, developing
into a desire to kill her or throw her, with her drinking cup, her
basket and her provisions, out of the coach on the snow.
All the while, Loiseau had been devouring with his eyes the pot of
chicken. He said:--"Well, well, the lady has been more provident
than all of us! There are persons who always manage to think of
everything."--She raised her head towards him:--"Would you like
some, Sir?" "It is hard to fast since morning--" And looking
around him he added:--"In moments like this, one is glad to find
obliging people."
He had a newspaper which he unfolded on his knees in order not to
soil his trousers, and with the point of a knife, which he always
carried in his pocket, he picked a leg thoroughly varnished with
jelly, bit it off and chewed it with such evident relish, that
there arose in the coach a heavy sigh of distress.
Boule de Suif, with a humble and gentle voice, proposed to the good
Sisters to share her luncheon. They both accepted instantly and,
without raising their eyes, began to eat very fast, after having
muttered a few words of thanks. Neither did Cornudet decline the
offer of his neighbor, and with the nuns, they improvised a sort
of table by unfolding newspapers on their knees.
Mouths were opening and closing constantly, swallowing, chewing,
gulping ferociously. Loiseau in his corner was very busy eating,
and in a low voice was urging his wife to imitate him. She resisted
for a long time, but, after a cramp, which ran through her stomach,
she yielded. Then her husband, rounding his sentences, asked their
"charming companion" whether she would allow him to offer a small
piece to Madame Loiseau. She replied:--"Why, certainly, Sir!"--with
an amiable smile, and held out the terrine. An embarrassment
occurred when the first bottle of claret was opened: there was
only one drinking cup. They passed it around after wiping it each
time. Cornudet alone, no doubt in a spirit of gallantry, put his
lips on the spot which was still moist from the lips of his neighbor.
Then, surrounded by people who were eating, suffocated by the
emanations of the food, Count and Countess de Breville, as well as
Mr. and Mrs. Carre-Lamadon, were suffering from that torture which
has perpetuated the name of Tantalus. All at once the manufacturer's
young wife heaved a sigh which caused every one to turn and look
at her; she was as white as the snow outside; her eyes closed,
her head fell forward, and she fainted. Her husband, alarmed, was
imploring everybody's help. All lost their heads, but the oldest
of the two Nuns holding in her arm the head of the unconscious
lady, slipped between her lips the drinking cup of Boule de Suif
and made her swallow a few drops of wine. The pretty lady moved,
opened her eyes, smiled and declared in a dying voice that she felt
better. However, to prevent a recurrence of the fainting, the Nun
obliged her to drink a full cup of claret, and she added:--"It is
just hunger, and nothing else."
Then Boule de Suif, blushing and embarrassed, stammered, looking
at the four passengers who had not yet broken their fast:--"Mon
Dieu!, if I ventured to offer these ladies and gentlemen?" She
stopped short, thinking she had hurt their feelings. Loiseau began
to speak: "Well, by Jove! in cases like this, we are all brothers
and sisters and must help each other. Come, ladies, no ceremony!
accept what is offered; what the devil! do we even know whether we
are going to find a house to shelter us during the night? At the
rate at which we are traveling, we shall not be in Totes before
to-morrow noon." They hesitated, none daring to assume the
responsibility of saying "Yes."
But the Count settled the question. He turned to the intimidated
fat girl and assuming his grand aristocratic tone, he said to
her:--"We accept gratefully, Madame."
The first step only costs. Once the Rubicon crossed, they ate
heartily. The basket was emptied. It still contained one pate de
foie gras, one pate de mauvette, a piece of smoked ham, Crassane
pears, a Pont-l'Eveque cheese, assorted petits-fours, and a cup
full of pickled gherkins and onions, Boule de Suif, like all women,
having a predilection for raw things.
One could not partake of the girl's provisions without speaking to
her. Now then, they talked, first with some restraint, then, as
she behaved very well, with more freedom. Mesdames de Breville
and Carre-Lamadon, who had great "savoir-faire," made themselves
tactfully gracious. Specially the Countess showed that amiable
condescension of great ladies whom no contact can sully, and she
was charming. On the other hand, fat Madame Loiseau, who had the
soul of a gendarme, remained distant, sullen, saying little but
eating much.
Naturally they talked about the war. They told the horrible
things done by the Prussians, the deeds of bravery of the French;
and all these people, who were fleeing, paid homage to the courage
of others. Personal experiences soon followed, and Boule de Suif,
related with unaffected emotion, with that warmth of language often
characteristic of girls of her class in expressing their natural
feelings, how she had left Rouen:--"First I thought that I could
stay," she said; "I had my house full of provisions, and I preferred
to feed a few soldiers then expatriate myself and go God knows
where. But when I saw them, the Prussians, it was too much for
me, I could not stand it. They made my blood boil with rage; and I
wept all day for very shame. Then some were billeted to my house;
I flew at the throat of the first one who entered. And I would
have fixed that one, if they had not pulled me away by the hair.
After that, I had to hide. Finally I found an opportunity to go,
I left, and here I am!"
She was warmly congratulated. She was rising in the esteem of her
traveling companions, who had not shown themselves as fearless.
And in listening to her, Cornudet had the approving and benevolent
smile of an apostle, in the same way as a priest hears a devout
person praise God, for long-bearded democrats have the monopoly
of patriotism just as the men in cassocks have the monopoly of
religion. He spoke, in his turn, with a dogmatic tone, with the
declamatory emphasis learned from proclamations daily posted on
the walls, and he winded up with a piece of eloquence in which he
condemned masterfully that "scoundrel of Napoleon III."
But Boule de Suif became angry immediately because she was a partisan
of the Bonapartes. She turned as red as a cherry and stuttering
with indignation:--"I should have like to see you in his place,
you and your friends! It would have been nice, oh yes! It is you
who betrayed the poor man! If we were ruled by rascals like you,
there would remain nothing else to do for us but leave France."--Impassive,
Cornudet kept a superior and contemptuous smile, but one could feel
that big words were impending, when the Count interposed and, not
without some difficulty, calmed the exasperated girl by proclaiming
authoritatively that all sincere opinions should be respected.
However, the Countess and the wife of the Cotton manufacturer, who
bore in their hearts the unreasoning hatred of all decent people
for the Republic, and that predilection which all women have for
the pomp of despotic Governments, felt irresistibly attracted toward
this dignified prostitute whose opinions were very much like theirs.
The basket was empty. The ten of them had easily consumed its
contents, regretting that it was not larger. The conversation
continued for some time, though it flagged since they had finished
eating.
The night was falling; darkness gradually grew deeper and deeper,
and the cold, felt more during digestion, made Boule De Suif shiver
notwithstanding her corpulence. Then Madame de Breville offered
her her foot-warmer, the coal of which had been renewed several
times since the morning, and she accepted it willingly, for she felt
her feet frozen. Mesdames Carre-Lamadon and Loiseau gave theirs
to the Nuns.
The driver had lighted his lanterns. They threw a bright gleam
on the cloud of vapor rising from the perspiring backs of the rear
horses, and on both sides of the road the snow seemed to unroll
under the mobile light of the lamps.
Nothing could be distinguished in the coach; suddenly there was
a movement between Boule de Suif and Cornudet; and Loiseau, whose
eyes scanned the darkness, through that he saw the long-bearded
man jump up, as if he had received a noiseless but well aimed blow.
Tiny lights appeared ahead on the road. It was Totes. They had
traveled eleven hours which, added to the hours of rest given in
four times to the horses for feeding and breathing, made fourteen
hours. They entered the town and the coach stopped in front of
the Hotel du Commerce.
The door of the coach opened. A well known noise startled all
the passengers; it was the clanging of a scabbard on the pavement.
Then the voice of a German called out something.
Although the coach was at a standstill, nobody got off, as if they
were expecting to be massacred the moment they left the coach.
Then the driver appeared, holding in his hand one of his lanterns
which suddenly lighted the interior of the coach and shoed two rows
of frightened faces, whose mouths were agape and eyes wide open in
surprise and terror.
Beside the driver, in full light, stood a German Officer, a tall
young man, exceedingly thin and blond, laced in his uniform as
tightly as a girl in her corset, and wearing tilted to one side
his flat and waxed cap, which gave him the appearance of a porter
in an English Hotel. His exaggerated mustache, long and straight,
tapering indefinitely on both sides and ending in a single blond
hair, so thin that the point could not be seen, seemed to weigh on
the corners of his mouth and pulling down his cheeks, impressed on
the lips a drooping fold.
In Alsatian French, he invited the travelers to alight, saying in
a stiff tone:--"Will you please get off, ladies and gentlemen?"--
The two good Sisters obeyed first with the docility of holy women
accustomed to submission. The Count and Countess appeared next,
followed by the manufacturer and his wife, then Loiseau pushing in
front of him his larger and better half.
Loiseau, as he got off, told the officer: "Good day, Sir!" prompted
by a feeling of prudence much more than politeness. The Officer,
insolent like all men holding absolute authority, stared at him
and did not reply.
Boule de Suif and Cornudet, although near the door of the coach,
were the last to alight, serious and dignified in the presence
of the enemy. The corpulent girl was trying to control herself
and be calm; the democrat, with a tragic and rather shaky hand,
was tormenting his reddish beard. They wanted to maintain their
dignity, being fully conscious of the fact that at such meetings
each represents a little his country; and both equally revolted by
the supineness of their companions, she tried to show herself more
proud than her neighbors, the honest women, while he, realizing that
he owed an example, continued in his whole attitude his mission of
resistance, first assumed when he mined and destroyed the highways.
They entered the spacious kitchen of the inn, and the German, having
called for and inspected the permit to leave Rouen signed by the
General in Chief, in which were mentioned the names, description
and profession of each traveler, examined them for a long while,
comparing the persons with the written particulars.
He said abruptly: "All right!", and he disappeared.
Then they breathed freely. They were still hungry; supper was
ordered. It required half an hour to prepare it; and while two
servants were apparently engaged in getting it ready, the travelers
went upstairs to have a look at their rooms. They were all in a
long hall ending in a glazed door marked with a speaking number.
They were going to sit down to supper when the proprietor of the
inn appeared. He was a former horse dealer, a stout, asthmatic
man, always wheezing, coughing and clearing his throat. His father
had transmitted him the name of Follenvie.
He inquired:
"Mademoiselle Elizabeth Rousset?"--Boule de Suif started; she turned
around:
--"That is my name!"--
--"Mademoiselle, the Prussian Officer wants to speak to you
immediately."
--"To me?"
--"Yes, if you are Mlle. Elizabeth Rousset?"
She became uneasy, reflected a moment, then declared squarely:--"That
may be, but I shall not go."
There was a movement around her; each discussed and speculated as
to the cause of this order. The Count came near her:
--"You are wrong, Madame, because your refusal might bring considerable
trouble not only to you but also to all your traveling companions.
We should never resist those who are the strongest. Assuredly your
compliance with this order cannot involve any danger; no doubt you
are wanted for some forgotten formality"--
All joined the Count in urging her, pressing her, lecturing her and
finally they convinced her; for all of them dreaded complications
which might result from insubordination on her part. At last she
said:
--"I am doing this for your sake, don't forget it."
The Countess took her hand:
--"And we thank you for it."--
She went out. All waited for her return before they sat down at
the table.
Each was sorry that he had not been called instead of that violent
and irascible girl, and prepared mentally the platitudes he would
utter in case he should be called in his turn.
But at the end of ten minutes, she came back, out of breath, red to
suffocation, exasperated. She was stammering:--"Oh! la Canaille!
la Canaille!"[*]
[*][Note from Brett: This translates, roughly, into "Oh! the rogue!
the rogue!"]
All rushed up to her to find out what had happened, but she did
not say anything, and as the Count was insisting, she replied with
a great deal of dignity:--"No, it does not concern you; I cannot
speak..."
Then they took their seats around a high soup tureen from which
issued a smell of cabbage. In spite of this untoward incident,
the supper was cheerful. The cider was good; the Loiseau couple
and the Sisters drank of it by economy. the others ordered wine.
Cornudet called for a bottle of beer. He had a peculiar way
of uncorking the bottle, making the beer foam, examining it as he
inclined his glass, which he then raised between the lamp and his
eyes in order to appreciate better its color. While drinking,
his long beard, that had kept the color of his favorite beverage,
seemed to shake with joy; his eyes squinted in his effort not to
lose sight of his glass, and he looked as if he were performing
the only function for which he had been created. One would have
thought that in his mind he established a relationship and a kind
of affinity between the two great passions that occupied all his
life: Pale Ale and Revolution; and certainly he could not taste
the former without dreaming of the latter.
Mr. and Mrs. Follenvie were dining at the other end of the table,
the man, rattling like a broken down locomotive, was too short
winded to talk while eating; but the woman never kept silent. She
told all her impressions on the arrival of the Prussians, what they
did, what they said, execrating them first because they cost them
money, and then because she had two sons in the Army. She spoke
especially to the Countess, flattered at the opportunity of talking
with a lady of quality.
Then she lowered her voice to broach delicate subjects, and
her husband interrupted her now and then:--"You better hold your
tongue, Madame Follenvie!"--But she did not pay any attention to
his admonitions, and continued,
--"Yes, Madame, these people do nothing but eat potatoes and pork,
and again pork and potatoes. And you must not think that they are
clean. Oh, No, indeed not!--They soil and dirty everything, permit
me the expression. And if you saw them drill for hours and days!
they are all there, in a field, and march forward and march backward,
and turn this way and turn that way. If at least they cultivated
the land, or worked on the roads, in their country!--But no,
Madame, these soldiers are good for nothing; what a pity that the
poor people should toil and feed them and they should learn nothing
but how to massacre!--I am only an uneducated old woman, it is true,
but in seeing them wear themselves out by marching from morning
till night, I say to myself:--"When there are so many people who
make so many discoveries to serve the people, why should others
take so much trouble to be harmful? Truly, is it not abominable
to kill people, whether they are Prussians, or English, or Polish
or French?--If you take revenge on somebody, who has wronged you,
that is bad enough, because you are condemned to jail, but when our
boys are exterminated like game, with guns, it must be all right,
because decorations are given to the man who kills the most--No,
indeed, I shall never be able to understand it."