The bad weather had begun during the night, and it continued unabated all morning, heedless of the baron’s plans (he had been hoping to offer his guests a walk in the woods with rifles on their shoulders, to bag a few fowl to be roasted) and much to the joy of the labourers (for once, they could stay in on a Sunday and wouldn’t have to break their backs in the fields). It is particularly awful when it rains and is hot; because staying indoors is stifling, but it is not advisable to go out. Only a madman would go out in such weather. That was why the individual in the oilskin cloak and boots who was heading for the gazebo facing the pond must have been decidedly deranged. Having reached the shelter of the gazebo, the madman removed his cloak, revealing two beautiful white whiskers to the world. If the author wanted to show off his pointless erudition, now would be the right moment to tell you that this type of facial appendage is technically called favoris en côtellette, and was considered extremely elegant by gentlemen in the mid-nineteenth century.
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