"Alas! monsieur," said the servant, tossing an armful of wood on the fire, which was already burning brightly, "we can do no better; this is a flat country and wood is scarce."
MACABRE AND HIS BAND AT THE INN.
"Look you, my toothless beauty; this is the way we warm ourselves when wood is dear!"
And he tossed the chair on which he had just wiped his feet into the fire.
"There's a stupid girl, and uglier, if possible, than her mistress!" rejoined the courteous Macabre. "Look you, my toothless beauty; this is the way we warm ourselves when wood is dear!"
And he tossed the chair on which he had just wiped his feet into the fire.
"And now, lieutenant," he continued coolly, turning to Saccage, "you say there's a little ragamuffin here, sent by those——"
"Here you are at last!" replied Saccage, raising his foot to impel Mario more rapidly toward the venerable captain.