"And these chairs, are they strong? Will they bear anything?"
He knocked them rudely down. It was evident he wanted to find fault with something.
On turning round he saw me, and looking at me sideways, asked:
"Are you the citizen?"
"Yes, sergeant; I am."
"Ah!"
He put his gun in a corner, threw his knapsack on the table, and said:
"That will do! You may go."
Sâfel had opened the kitchen door, and the good smell of the roast came into the room.
"Mr. Sergeant," said Sorlé very pleasantly, "allow me to ask a favor of you."