"Well, Paul, aren"t you going to drink?"
"I"m not thirsty."
"Does that prevent your drinking? Come on!"
"No; I"ve no desire to get drunk."
"Bah! what a soft-head! You"re not a man, then; you"re an old woman! As if a man ever refused to drink with friends!"
"No, no," said Jean Ficelle, who was doing his best to set Sans-Cravate against his young comrade; "he insults us."
"A man never refuses to drink," said Monsieur Laboussole, touching his gla.s.s to Paul"s; but the young messenger took his gla.s.s and threw it on the floor, saying:
"I don"t choose to drink with you, I say!"
The man with the shapeless hat seemed to view this rebuff with indifference, and contented himself with the retort:
"Young man, he who breaks gla.s.ses--you know the rest, don"t you?"
But Sans-Cravate, inflamed by the wine he had drunk, sprang to his feet, crying:
"_Sacredie!_ I don"t like such manners myself, and if it had been anybody else---- But you"d better not do it again, or----"
"Well, what?" cried Bastringuette, rising also, and planting herself in front of Sans-Cravate; "are we going to kick up a row? If we are, why, I"ll make more noise than you! Who ever heard of getting mad with a friend because he didn"t want to drink? Ain"t Paul his own master? For my part, I say he"s quite right not to get drunk like you people! When you"re drunk, you"re just like brutes, you"re good for nothing but fighting; and if you think anybody loves you, why, you"re d.a.m.nably mistaken!"
"See how she takes his part!" exclaimed Jean Ficelle; "if you was in love with the man, it wouldn"t be any worse."
"If I"m in love with anyone," retorted Bastringuette, "it ain"t with you, that"s sure!"
Sans-Cravate, who was getting more and more excited, and whose jealousy was beginning to blaze under the influence of Jean Ficelle"s hints and malicious remarks, seized the girl"s arm, as she stood beside him, and shook her roughly.
"It seems to me, also," he cried, "that you take up my comrade"s defence much too warmly! Do you know, I don"t like that. Does it mean that you"re inclined to play tricks on me?"
Bastringuette, with a violent wrench, released her arm from the hand that held it; and s.n.a.t.c.hing a plate from the table, held it over Sans-Cravate"s head, as if to strike him with it. Her face was pale, her eyebrows drew together, her eyes flashed fire. There was in her wrath something which embellished her features and almost imparted distinction to them; everyone was impressed, and Sans-Cravate stood perfectly still, apparently resigned to receive the threatened blow.
"I ought to break this plate over your head," said Bastringuette; "yes, that I ought, to teach you to shake my arm like that! If I still loved you, I"d do it; but as I don"t love you any more, I forgive you."
As she spoke, she put the plate back on the table. Sans-Cravate glanced at her with a disturbed expression, and said in a faltering tone:
"Ah! you don"t love me any more?"
"No," rejoined Bastringuette, dwelling upon every word. "I am outspoken.
I don"t propose to play tricks on you, as you seem to fear. But from this moment I am not your mistress; I take back my liberty."
"What! do you mean it?"
"Oh! I don"t make any mystery of it, you see; I say it right out before everybody."
"But----"
"But what? We ain"t bound together in such a way that we can"t separate.
Would you rather have me do like the women in society? stay with you, when I don"t love you, and deceive you all day? That ain"t my style."
"If you don"t love me any more, then you must love somebody else!"
"_Pardi!_ that"s easy to guess!" muttered Jean Ficelle.
"No matter who I love! it"s none of your business! Love whoever you please! I don"t care a hair of monsieur"s whiskers!"
And the tall girl pointed to Laboussole, who smiled and caressed his whiskers, saying:
"All women don"t talk that way."
"Ah! so that"s how it is!" cried Sans-Cravate, emptying his gla.s.s; while Bastringuette resumed her seat at the table, apparently much calmer.
"All right! as you choose! To the devil with love, and women! Let"s have a drink, my friends; let"s have a drink!"
"But it"s late," said Paul; "I hear them closing downstairs. Aren"t we going now, Sans-Cravate?"
"Go, if you choose--I am going to stay, with my friends, with my true friends!" retorted Sans-Cravate, glaring angrily at the young man.
"No; you are going with me; you have had enough to drink; you mustn"t get drunk!"
"What business is it of yours, if it suits me to get drunk? I"m my own master, too. I haven"t any woman now to bother me, and bore me to death.
_Credie!_ how I will make things hum now!"
"That will be very pretty!" murmured Bastringuette. "He"ll do some fine things. For my part, I don"t want anything more to do with men who make beasts of themselves with drink! I prefer a sober lover--they"re more refined in their love making."
"Drink! drink! more wine, waiter!" cried Sans-Cravate, determined to befuddle himself still more, in order to avoid manifesting his chagrin over his rupture with his mistress.
"That"s the talk!" said Jean Ficelle. "Sound men never sulk! Let the maggoty ones go! we can do without "em!"
"O my friends!" cried Laboussole, in a sentimental tone, "when we are so comfortable together, we mustn"t think of separating; let"s stay here a week--what do you say? Good! we will!"
Paul leaned over toward Bastringuette, and said in an undertone:
"You are responsible for Sans-Cravate"s getting drunk. He is drinking to forget the grief you have caused him by telling him that you meant to leave him! and it may result in some catastrophe."
"What do I care? I"m done with him. I don"t love him any more; I love somebody else, and that somebody else is you."
Paul drew back without replying. At that moment, they heard roars of laughter in another part of the room, where the red-nosed carpenter, surrounded by drinkers, was saying:
"Yes. I"ll bet I can do it. Yes, I say, I"ll bet I can, and that n.o.body else"ll do it after me. Bah! you"re a pack of cowards, you don"t dare to bet!"
"Ah! there"s Cagnoux up to his tricks!" said Jean Ficelle; "challenging everybody, as usual."
Sans-Cravate left his place and walked to the carpenter"s table.
"What is it you"re going to do that the others won"t do?" he asked.
"That"s a pretty good one! Do you think there"s no c.o.c.ks here of your size, Cagnoux?"