From Monsieur Leddin's lips now rose a loud and sonorous snore.
"Decidedly that man is possessed of all the charms," giggled a sarcastic neighbour.
"Yes, it must be a perfect paradise to live with such an angel, and to feel that you've got him safe at home till the end of the war. I don't wonder his poor little wife took the children and went to Burgundy."
"Why isn't he at the front?" hissed some one in a whisper.
"Yes—why?"
"There are lots less healthy men than he out there. The fat old plumber who lived on the rue de Jouy, and who can hardly breathe, was taken——"
"And the milkman who passed a hundred and three medical inspections and finally had to go."
"If you think my husband is overstrong, you're mistaken."
"And mine, Madame, how about him?"
Something told me that Monsieur Leddin's fate was hanging in the balance on this eventful evening.