shouted the senior officer.
The officer in the scarf dismounted, called up a drummer, and went with him into the arcade.
Some soldiers started running away in a group.
A shopkeeper with red pimples on his cheeks near the nose, and a calm, persistent, calculating expression on his plump face, hurriedly and ostentatiously approached the officer, swinging his arms.
“Your honor!” said he. “Be so good as to protect us! We won’t grudge trifles, you are welcome to anything—we shall be delighted! Pray! … I’ll fetch a piece of cloth at once for such an honorable gentleman, or even two pieces with pleasure. For we feel how it is; but what’s all this—sheer robbery! If you please, could not guards be placed if only to let us close the shop. …”
Several shopkeepers crowded round the officer.
“Eh, what twaddle!” said one of them,