Poor Relations eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 998 pages of information about Poor Relations.

Poor Relations eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 998 pages of information about Poor Relations.

“Do you understand?” said she.  “The poor dead man lying there must be done up, there is no help for it.”

Schmucke began to cry.  The women left him and took possession of the kitchen, whither they brought all the necessaries in a very short time.  La Sauvage made out a preliminary statement accounting for three hundred and sixty francs, and then proceeded to prepare a dinner for four persons.  And what a dinner!  A fat goose (the cobbler’s pheasant) by way of a substantial roast, an omelette with preserves, a salad, and the inevitable broth—­the quantities of the ingredients for this last being so excessive that the soup was more like a strong meat-jelly.

At nine o’clock the priest, sent by the curate to watch by the dead, came in with Cantinet, who brought four tall wax candles and some tapers.  In the death-chamber Schmucke was lying with his arms about the body of his friend, holding him in a tight clasp; nothing but the authority of religion availed to separate him from his dead.  Then the priest settled himself comfortably in the easy-chair and read his prayers while Schmucke, kneeling beside the couch, besought God to work a miracle and unite him to Pons, so that they might be buried in the same grave; and Mme. Cantinet went on her way to the Temple to buy a pallet and complete bedding for Mme. Sauvage.  The twelve hundred and fifty francs were regarded as plunder.  At eleven o’clock Mme. Cantinet came in to ask if Schmucke would not eat a morsel, but with a gesture he signified that he wished to be left in peace.

“Your supper is ready, M. Pastelot,” she said, addressing the priest, and they went.

Schmucke, left alone in the room, smiled to himself like a madman free at last to gratify a desire like the longing of pregnancy.  He flung himself down beside Pons, and yet again he held his friend in a long, close embrace.  At midnight the priest came back and scolded him, and Schmucke returned to his prayers.  At daybreak the priest went, and at seven o’clock in the morning the doctor came to see Schmucke, and spoke kindly and tried hard to persuade him to eat, but the German refused.

“If you do not eat now you will feel very hungry when you come back,” the doctor told him, “for you must go to the mayor’s office and take a witness with you, so that the registrar may issue a certificate of death.”

I must go!” cried Schmucke in frightened tones.

“Who else? . . .  You must go, for you were the one person who saw him die.”

“Mein legs vill nicht carry me,” pleaded Schmucke, imploring the doctor to come to the rescue.

“Take a cab,” the hypocritical doctor blandly suggested.  “I have given notice already.  Ask some one in the house to go with you.  The two women will look after the place while you are away.”

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