Appetites grew and spirits fell; no road-house, no wine dealer could be discovered, the approach of the Prussians and the passage of the starving French troops having frightened away all the trades-people.

The men went to the farmhouses by the roadside to look for food but they did not even find bread, for the suspicious peasants had hidden away their reserve of provisions for fear of being pillaged by the soldiers who, having nothing to eat, were taking forcibly what they discovered.

Toward one o’clock in the afternoon Loiseau announced that positively he felt a big hollow in his stomach.  All of them had been suffering like him for a long time, and the violent craving for food, growing steadily had killed off the conversations.

From time to time one of them yawned, another imitated him instantly; and each, in turn, according to his character, manners and social position, opened his mouth noisily or modestly holding his hand before the gaping hole from which breath steamed out.

Boule de Suif stooped several times as if looking for something under her petticoats.  She hesitated a second, looked at her neighbors and the straightened herself up quietly.  Faces were pale and drawn.  Loiseau said that he would pay one thousand francs for a knuckle of ham.  His wife made a gesture as if to protest, then she became calm.  She always suffered when she heard of money being squandered, and did not even understand jokes on that subject.  “As a matter of fact, I don’t feel well, said the Count; why did I not think of taking provisions with me?”—­Every one was reproaching himself with the same omission.

Cornudet, however, had a pocket bottle of rum; he offered some to his companions; they refused coldly.  Loiseau alone accepted a few drops, and when he returned the bottle, he thanked:  “It is good, all the same! it warms you up and it cheats the appetite.”—­The drink put him in good humor and he proposed that they should do as on the small boat in the song:  “eat the fattest of the passengers.”  This indirect allusion to Boule de Suif shocked the well-bred passengers.  There was no response.  Cornudet alone smiled.  The two good Sisters had ceased to mumble their rosary, and with their hands thrust down in their wide sleeves, they held themselves motionless, obstinately lowering their eyes and doubtless offering up as a sacrifice to God the suffering He had sent them.

At last, at three o’clock, as they were still in the middle of an interminable plain, without any village in sight, Boule de Suif bent down quickly and from under her seat pulled out a large basket covered with a white napkin.

She drew out first a small earthen plate, a fine silver drinking cup, then a large pot in which two whole chickens, carved in pieces, had stewed in their own gravy; and one could further see in the basket other good things wrapped up, pastry, fruit, delicacies, provisions prepared for a three days’ trip, so that the traveler would not have to touch the food in the inns.  The neck of four bottles emerged from among the food packages.  She took the wing of a chicken and, began to eat it delicately with one of those small rolls which in Normandy are called “Regence.”