He bawled into his ear: “Come, daddy, get up. It's time for the wedding.”
The deaf man murmured-in a doleful tone:
“I can't get up. I have a sort of chill over me that freezes my back. I can't stir.”
The young man, dumbfounded, stared at him, guessing that this was a dodge.
“Come, daddy; you must make an effort.”
“I can't do it.”
“Look here! I'll help you.”
And he stooped toward the old man, pulled off his blanket, caught him by the arm and lifted him up. But old Amable began to whine, “Ooh! ooh! ooh! What suffering! Ooh! I can't. My back is stiffened up. The cold wind must have rushed in through this cursed roof.”
“Well, you'll get no dinner, as I'm having a spread at Polyte's inn. This will teach you what comes of acting mulishly.”
And he hurried down the ladder and started out, accompanied by his relatives and guests.