Father Gibault looked pleased, and already a murmur of applause went through the audience.

M.Roussillon stroked the bulging crystal of the time-piece with a circular motion of his thumb and bowed again, clearing his throat resonantly, his face growing purplish above his beard.
"Good friends," he said, "what France does all high-class Frenchmen applaud." He paused for a shout of approbation, and was not disappointed.

"The other name for France is glory," he added, "and all true Frenchmen love both names.

I am a true Frenchman!" and he struck his breast a resounding blow with the hand that still held the watch.

A huge horn button on his buckskin jerkin came in contact with the crystal, and there was a smash, followed by a scattered tinkling of glass fragments.
All Vincennes stood breathless, contemplating the irreparable accident.
M.Roussillon had lost the effect of a great period in his speech, but he was quick.