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https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.61635#0048
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room where the cloth was laid and the table was
gay with lights and flowers. But when I hurried
back with the good news to J- he was less
hopeful.-
“ We had to wash in the fireplace,” said he.
—We were not long in doubt. The ladies and
the huntsmen were ushered into the dining-room.
The pretty girl in her neat apron carried in the
soup, the fish, the cutlets. We could hear a
pleasant clattering of plates and the sound of
laughter. But still we sat in our humble corner.—
Seldom have we felt class distinctions so bitterly.
At last the landlady, very warm and red from the
kitchen fire, with the baby in her arms, bade us
follow her into a large dark room on the farther
side of the ra/?-kitchen. There she laid a modest
omelette on a rough wooden table guiltless of
cloth, and we ate it by the light of one candle.
The huntsmen’s servants packed the rabbits and
drank coffee on our left; on our right a little
tailor stitched away at brown velveteens. Villagers
strolled in and out, or played billiards; and a
stray dog, unbidden, sat upright and begged at our
side.—We cut but a poor figure in the Boarding-
House of Neuchatel.
We should have gone to bed at once, so tired
were we after the pave and the hills, but the sheets
were
room where the cloth was laid and the table was
gay with lights and flowers. But when I hurried
back with the good news to J- he was less
hopeful.-
“ We had to wash in the fireplace,” said he.
—We were not long in doubt. The ladies and
the huntsmen were ushered into the dining-room.
The pretty girl in her neat apron carried in the
soup, the fish, the cutlets. We could hear a
pleasant clattering of plates and the sound of
laughter. But still we sat in our humble corner.—
Seldom have we felt class distinctions so bitterly.
At last the landlady, very warm and red from the
kitchen fire, with the baby in her arms, bade us
follow her into a large dark room on the farther
side of the ra/?-kitchen. There she laid a modest
omelette on a rough wooden table guiltless of
cloth, and we ate it by the light of one candle.
The huntsmen’s servants packed the rabbits and
drank coffee on our left; on our right a little
tailor stitched away at brown velveteens. Villagers
strolled in and out, or played billiards; and a
stray dog, unbidden, sat upright and begged at our
side.—We cut but a poor figure in the Boarding-
House of Neuchatel.
We should have gone to bed at once, so tired
were we after the pave and the hills, but the sheets
were