- and brought him home in triumph, the Baron Von Koëldwethout sat moodily at the head of his table,
- eyeing the smoky roof of the hall with a discontented aspect. He swallowed huge bumpers of wine, but the more he swallowed,
- the more he frowned. The gentlemen who had been honoured with the dangerous distinction of sitting on his right and left,
- imitated him to a miracle in the drinking, and frowned at each other.
