Garden of Swords

Old Père Bonot, sunning himself before the doors of a café by the minster, held the Courrier du Bas-Rhin in his hand, and vouchsafed to Rosenbad, the brewer, and to Hummel, the vintner, such particulars of the forthcoming wedding as he found to be good. A glass of coffee stood at Père Bonot''s elbow; his blue spectacles rested high upon a forehead where no wrinkles sat; the smoke from his cigarett...