Chapter

  1 I   |           lie in his father’s and mother’s arms and to be loved and
  2 I   |         the words conveyed.~Their mother, an orderly person, a thrifty
  3 I   |         cut each other out.~Their mother, being practical and prudent,
  4 I   |           will go off.”~And their mother, somewhat vexed, said:~“
  5 I   |          who was very fond of his mother, who knew her to be somewhat
  6 I   |         her:~“Do not get excited, mother; there is no rich American
  7 I   |       pathetic eyes of a grateful mother, she said:~“And now for
  8 I   |    breakfasting with us when your mother was taken ill. Of course
  9 III |       replying, after kissing his mother and shaking hands with his
 10 III |      coming to the lawyer’s?” his mother asked.~“I? No. What for?”
 11 III |          to be reduced to ask his mother, with a blush for a twenty-franc
 12 III |           among them. Had not his mother been the good sense and
 13 III |        this suspicion cast at his mother was so violent that he stood
 14 III |           it? How was it that his mother had not guessed it? No;
 15 III |        his father and despise his mother?~And the barmaid’s remark
 16 III |     danger which threatened their mother’s honour.~But what could
 17 III |          Rosemilly, Jean, and his mother were planning an excursion
 18 III |         could not hesitate; their mother’s reputation was at stake.~
 19 III |       those which fade away.”~His mother, deeply moved, murmured: “
 20 III |        his father and then at his mother, then, as the subject changed
 21 IV  |      insinuation against his poor mother, who was so kind, so simple,
 22 IV  |       religious affection for his mother had magnified his scruples—
 23 IV  |          fun and good humour.~His mother, quite delighted, said to
 24 IV  | appearance in the dining-room his mother was saying to Jean:~“The
 25 IV  |         for any one but him?”~His mother, beaming, went on talking: “
 26 IV  |       work and learning.”~But his mother insisted: “Yes, but I assure
 27 IV  |           I remember. It was your mother who made the acquaintance
 28 IV  |      really invaluable. When your mother was half-dead with fatigue
 29 IV  |          people speak ill of your mother.”~Perhaps, indeed, Marowsko
 30 IV  |          one in the world but his mother. And as he wandered alone
 31 IV  |         first. If he had loved my mother silently, unselfishly, he
 32 IV  |        like it.”~And suddenly his mother’s voice and accent, his
 33 IV  |           s voice and accent, his mother’s as she smiled and said: “
 34 IV  |          hand for one minute! His mother kept it perhaps in the unconfessed
 35 IV  |         thought he, “I suspect my mother.” And a surge of love and
 36 IV  |       welled up in his heart. His mother! Knowing her as he knew
 37 IV  |        others, though she was his mother?~She had been young, with
 38 IV  |         him. Why not? She was his mother. What then? Must a man be
 39 IV  |           because it concerns his mother? But did she give herself
 40 IV  |        brother, the dead man, his mother!~He hurried off homeward.
 41 V   |           man who had known their mother had left him all his fortune;
 42 V   |    suspicion and dishonour on our mother.”~But to-day he could say
 43 V   |           world should accuse his mother if only he, he alone, knew
 44 V   |     doctor that he must greet his mother before starting.~He waited
 45 V   |          open it. He knocked. His mother’s voice inquired:~“Who is
 46 V   |            as he went towards his mother, looked at her with a sudden
 47 V   |     curiosity. This woman was his mother! All those features, seen
 48 V   |         one day when the wife and mother perceived, first of all
 49 V   |           all the world over.~His mother had done what others did—
 50 V   |        again; to know whether his mother had found the portrait of
 51 V   |          matters of conduct.”~His mother went on:~“You must remember
 52 V   |         Pierre made no reply. His mother and his brother reverted
 53 V   |           as he had looked at his mother in the morning before starting
 54 V   |         all ruined. He had now no mother—for he could no longer love
 55 V   |       suddenly broke out:~“I say, mother, have you found that portrait?”~
 56 V   |          it again last week. Your mother found it in her desk when
 57 V   |     letters.~Pierre looked at the mother who had lied to him; looked
 58 V   |            but when the wife is a mother her duty is a higher one,
 59 V   |        Then, fully aware that his mother was looking at him, he slowly
 60 V   |           the faces, was that his mother had risen, had turned her
 61 V   |     returned the miniature to his mother. She cast a hasty glance
 62 V   |       four or five steps, met his mother’s look at each turn.~It
 63 V   |          brother.~When he met his mother’s eyes again they seemed
 64 VI  |           fishing; Jean, with his mother’s help, was furnishing and
 65 VI  |         surely must see that your mother is ill. Have you questioned
 66 VI  |         cannot even see that your mother is out of sorts? Why, look
 67 VI  |     resentment and diminished his mother’s load of opprobrium. He
 68 VI  |        opened in her woman’s, her mother’s heart, when he felt how
 69 VI  |   mentioned it to your father and mother?”~“No, I wanted to know
 70 VI  |          Oh, do you think that my mother has never foreseen it, or
 71 VI  |          he dared not address his mother, knowing that in spite of
 72 VI  |           Jean called out:~“Well, mother? So you have made the effort?”~
 73 VII |           decoration with all her mother’s love. The hangings were
 74 VII |        imitate a Chinese lantern. Mother and son had here lavished
 75 VII |           a word to my father, my mother, or me that does not declare
 76 VII |    venomous, you torture our poor mother as if she were to blame!”~
 77 VII |           brings dishonour on his mother.”~“Pierre! Pierre! Pierre!
 78 VII |          it.”~“Pierre! Be silent. Mother is in the next room. Remember
 79 VII |           forgotten Jean, and his mother in the adjoining room. He
 80 VII |       which, as he guessed, their mother had heard them.~She could
 81 VII |         say such a thing of their mother if he had not himself been
 82 VII |           behind the door was his mother who had heard everything
 83 VII |      forward and opened them. His mother was lying on the bed, her
 84 VII |         laid his two hands on his mother’s inert body, and not being
 85 VII |    exclaimed, kissing her dress:~“Mother, mother, my poor mother,
 86 VII |       kissing her dress:~“Mother, mother, my poor mother, look at
 87 VII |           Mother, mother, my poor mother, look at me!”~She would
 88 VII |           cord. And he repeated:~“Mother, mother, listen to me. It
 89 VII |         And he repeated:~“Mother, mother, listen to me. It is not
 90 VII |         he said again and again:~“Mother, my dear mother, I know
 91 VII |           again:~“Mother, my dear mother, I know it is not true.
 92 VII |        bedside, murmuring:~“Hush, mother, be silent.” She stood up
 93 VII |  exclaiming:~“What are you doing, mother; where are you going?”~“
 94 VII |          to say again and again:~“Mother, mother, mother!” And through
 95 VII |         again and again:~“Mother, mother, mother!” And through all
 96 VII |           again:~“Mother, mother, mother!” And through all her efforts
 97 VII |             No, no. I am not your mother now, poor boy—good-bye.”~
 98 VII |         shall not quit this spot, mother. I love you and I will keep
 99 VII |        clasping her in his arms:~“Mother, do not say that.”~“Yes,
100 VII |          into her ear:~“My little mother, you are to stay, because
101 VII |              No, my child.”~“Yes, mother, you must; do you hear?
102 VII |       Jean, think—think—I am your mother!”~“I will not let you leave
103 VII |        will not let you leave me, mother. I have no one but you.”~“
104 VII |        yours.”~“But it is not so, mother.”~“Yes, yes, yes, it is
105 VII |         should be gone forever.”~“Mother, I swear to you—”~“Let me
106 VII |         no. I cannot.”~“Speak on, mother, speak.”~“Yes, indeed, for
107 VII |       Jean replied gently:~“Stay, mother.”~She clasped him in her
108 VII |        something. Save me.”~“Yes, mother, I will think of something.”~“
109 VII |         her, saying:~“Good-night, mother, keep up your courage.”~
110 VIII|          agonizing emotion of his mother’s confession had so bereft
111 VIII|           not possible that their mother should live under the same
112 VIII|         went to his old home. His mother was waiting for him in her
113 VIII|       something to talk over with mother this morning.”~Jean went
114 VIII|          not wait for him.”~“Yes, mother. I will go.”~And the young
115 VIII|         you.”~“Oh! There is—is my mother down?”~“Yes, it was she
116 VIII|       door and saw his father and mother seated at the table opposite
117 VIII|        addressed her tenderly as “mother,” or “dear mother,” took
118 VIII|    tenderly as “mother,” or “dear mother,” took care of her, waited
119 VIII|           Did Jean believe in his mother’s guilt, or think his brother
120 VIII|        out his hand to beg of his mother. So he had no other resource
121 VIII|           Then Jean turned to his mother:~“And you, mother, what
122 VIII|          to his mother:~“And you, mother, what are you going to do?”~“
123 VIII|          fill his pipe, while the mother and son went upstairs to
124 VIII|             Will you take my arm, mother?”~He was never accustomed
125 VIII|           speak of that any more, mother.”~“Is that possible? I think
126 VIII|        confession that can make a mother’s heart bleed. She muttered: “
127 VIII|         prepared his mind for his mother’s terrible avowal. It had
128 VIII|         gratitude to Jean and his mother, of all the pleasure she
129 VIII|           found?”~“A wife. And my mother and I have come to ask you
130 VIII|       instant on the face of both mother and son. It was the mother
131 VIII|        mother and son. It was the mother who replied:~“Oh, no, it
132 IX  |        met the eyes either of his mother or his brother; to avoid
133 IX  |         professors’ letters.”~His mother bent her head and murmured:~“
134 IX  |           life solely because his mother had yielded to a man’s caresses.~
135 IX  |          had led him to doubt his mother.~He hesitated, having still
136 IX  |           home in the evening his mother said, without daring to
137 IX  |    indispensable necessaries. His mother, as she took it from his
138 IX  |         was going out, he met his mother on the stairs waiting for
139 IX  |          He found his father, his mother, Jean, and Mme. Rosemilly
140 IX  |         in a low tone said to his mother: “Look, mother, she is close
141 IX  |        said to his mother: “Look, mother, she is close upon us!”
142 IX  |         Jean.”~“Yes,” replied the mother.~And her mind being too