"And you know, my dear, he could boast then of having made a conquest of a pretty girl such as he won't often find in his own country."
Boule de Suif did not answer, and joined the rest of the party.
As soon as they returned she went to her room, and was seen no more. The general anxiety was at its height. What would she do? If she still resisted, how awkward for them all!
The dinner hour struck; they waited for her in vain. At last Monsieur Follenvie entered, announcing that Mademoiselle Rousset was not well, and that they might sit down to table. They all pricked up their ears. The count drew near the innkeeper, and whispered:
"Is it all right?"
"Yes."
Out of regard for propriety he said nothing to his companions, but merely nodded slightly toward them. A great sigh of relief went
