"Will be as ready to cry 'Vive le roi,' as 'Vive la nation,' when he bids them."
"He has already——"
"No, no! There has been some delay. I do not altogether understand, for old Pierre Koustak at the Manor is a fool too; but I believe M'nsieur le Marquis is there alone. He waits for a friend."
"Nom d'un chien! a friend will arrive. Mille diables! a friend will arrive."
Marcel tossed off another glass of wine thirstily—it might have been the commonest vintage—and Jean Gouicket, watching, was filled with exquisite pain at the sight.
"En avant!" screamed Marcel, springing to his feet.
Instantly the parlour of Le Bon Camarade was in confusion.
All talked at once, and none knew what they talked of, saving that it was in the cause of liberty, equality, and fraternity.
Poor Jean Gouicket wished devoutly that there would be less of the latter and more honesty in payment; but he dared not ask for his money, recalling the fate of a parsimonious landlord at Vannes.
All things, especially wine, were common in this great bond of brotherhood.