Et quoi que pût dire Fabrice, qui se tuait à expliquer qu’en effet il n’était pas marchand de baromètres, l’officier l’envoya à la prison de B…, petite ville du voisinage où notre héros arriva sur les trois heures du matin, outré de fureur et mort de fatigue.
And despite all the protestations of Fabrizio, who was dying to explain that he was not really a dealer in barometers, the officer sent him to the prison of B----, a small town in the neighbourhood, where our hero arrived at about three o'clock in the morning, beside himself with rage and half dead with exhaustion.