"Non, m'sieur!"
"Maurice, avez‑vous chanté?"
"Non, m'sieur" (which, for a wonder, was true, for I happened not to know either the words or the tune).
"Josselin, avez‑vous chanté?"
"Oui, m'sieur!"
And down went Barty his full length on the floor, from a tremendous open‑handed box on the ear. Dumollard was a very Herculean person—though by no means gigantic.
Barty got up and made Dumollard a polite little bow, and walked out of the room.
"Vous êtes tous consignés!" says M. Dumollard—and the omnibus went away empty, and we spent all that Sunday morning as best we might.
In the afternoon we went out walking in the Bois. Dumollard had recovered his serenity and came with us; for he was de service that day.
Says Lipmann to him: