circulation, a chill to my
very insides.

"And Brument said: 'Is that all?'

"Cornu said: 'That is all.'

"Brument said: 'The head is not in, that will make a difference in the
measure.'

"Cornu said: 'Put in her head.'

"And then Brument pushed down my head as if to drown me, so that the
water ran into my nose, so that I could already see Paradise. And he
pushed it down, and I disappeared.

"And then he must have been frightened. He pulled me out and said: 'Go
and get dry, carcass.'

"As for me, I took to my heels and ran as far as M. le cure's. He lent me
a skirt belonging to his servant, for I was almost in a state of nature,
and he went to fetch Maitre Chicot, the country watchman who went to
Criquetot to fetch the police who came to my house with me.

"Then we found Brument and Cornu fighting each other like two rams.

"Brument was bawling: 'It isn't true, I tell you that there is at least a
cubic metre in it. It is the method that was no good.'

"Cornu bawled: 'Four pails, that is almost half a cubic metre. You need
not reply, that's what it is.'

"The police captain put them both under arrest. I have no more to tell."

She sat down. The audience in the court room laughed. The jurors looked
at one another in astonishment. The judge said:

"Defendant Cornu, you seem to have been the instigator of this infamous
plot. What have you to say?"

And Cornu rose in his turn.

"Judge," he replied, "I was full."

The Judge answered gravely:

"I know it. Proceed."

"I will. Well, Brument came to my place about nine o'clock, and ordered
two drinks, and said: 'There's one for you, Cornu.' I sat down opposite
him and drank, and out of politeness, I offered him a glass. Then he
returned the compliment and so did I, and so it went on from glass to
glass until noon, when we were full.

"Then Brument began to cry. That touched me. I asked him what was the
matter. He said: 'I must have a thousand francs by Thursday.' That cooled
me off a little, you understand. Then he said to me all at once: 'I will
sell you my wife.'

"I was full, and I was a widower. You understand, that stirred me up. I
did not know his wife, but she was a woman, wasn't she? I asked him: 'How
much would you sell her for?'

"He reflected, or pretended to reflect. When one is full one is not very
clear-headed, and he replied: 'I will sell her by the cubic metre.'

"That did not surprise me, for I was as drunk as he was, and I knew what