The fires in fact, were at their highest.
“It is so, M. Drouet; but the astonishing part of it is, that I do not know for whom the cooking is going on.”
“You don’t know for whom?”
“No. I received on the 14th, an order from the military commandant to prepare a dinner for five o’clock, and it is now the 24th, and no one has arrived to eat it; but as it is a written command, I am not afraid, for eaten or not, the dinners are always paid for.”
M. Drouet again looked at us.
“Perhaps they are some great lords about to emigrate,” said M. Jean Baptiste.
“And who take away our money,” replied Father Gautier.
“In any case, they will leave you a little of theirs. Six or eight dinners, at how much a head?”
“Three crowns, not including the wine.”
“And for how many people?”