Chapter

  1 I   |          His two sons, Pierre and Jean, who each held a line twisted
  2 I   |          both began to laugh, and Jean remarked:~“You are not very
  3 I   |         to the younger. “And you, Jean?” said he.~Jean, a tall
  4 I   |          And you, Jean?” said he.~Jean, a tall fellow, much younger
  5 I   |          His two sons, Pierre and Jean, had remained at Paris to
  6 I   |      elder, five years older than Jean, had felt a vocation to
  7 I   |        and philosophical notions.~Jean, who was as fair as his
  8 I   |       Pierre, five years old when Jean was born, had looked with
  9 I   |        loved and fondled by them. Jean, from his birth, had always
 10 I   |           so many words: “Look at Jean and follow his example,”
 11 I   |           time he heard them say “Jean did this—Jean does that,”
 12 I   |           them say “Jean did this—Jean does that,” he understood
 13 I   |        She already seemed to like Jean best, attracted, no doubt,
 14 I   |          She seemed to guess that Jean’s views would support her
 15 I   |         sailor Papagris, known as Jean Bart, in whose charge the
 16 I   |        Normandie due to-day?” And Jean replied:~“Yes, to-day.”~“
 17 I   |       women, took the stroke oar, Jean the other, and they sat
 18 I   |          a sign or a word: “Easy, Jean, and you, Pierre, put your
 19 I   |         somewhat lean but sinewy; Jean’s were round and white and
 20 I   |       then by his father’s orders Jean pulled alone for a few minutes.
 21 I   |         but it has pulled me up.”~Jean asked: “Shall I pull alone
 22 I   |          as an insult.~Pierre and Jean, who had calmed down, were
 23 I   |     harmless in itself, irritated Jean merely by the tone given
 24 I   |           is about a marriage for Jean.”~Every one was surprised
 25 I   |  surprised at the suggestion, and Jean was a little ruffled by
 26 I   |           medical partnership and Jean for a lawyer’s office, and
 27 I   |           which he makes your son Jean—Monsieur Jean Roland—his
 28 I   |      makes your son Jean—Monsieur Jean Roland—his sole legatee.”~
 29 I   |       worthy of the legacy. If M. Jean should refuse the money,
 30 I   |           him—my brother and me.”~Jean, with wide-open, glittering
 31 I   |     everything is quite clear. M. Jean has only to sign his acceptance.”~“
 32 I   |       were accustomed to speak of Jean among themselves as the “
 33 I   |          his fortune to my little Jean?”~“Yes, madame.”~And she
 34 I   |           so. To-morrow, at two.”~Jean had not spoken a word.~When
 35 I   |           don’t embrace me!”~Then Jean smiled. He embraced his
 36 I   |            Why, the very day when Jean was born it was he who went
 37 I   |         rare soul in these days.”~Jean got up.~“I shall go out
 38 I   |           drops from the skies on Jean,” she said. “But Pierre?”~“
 39 I   |       Besides, this legacy is for Jean, only for Jean. Pierre will
 40 I   |      legacy is for Jean, only for Jean. Pierre will find himself
 41 II  |   question to himself, “Can it be Jean’s inheritance?”~Yes, it
 42 II  |             Then I was jealous of Jean,” thought he. “That is really
 43 II  |        brother.~“What, is it you, Jean?”~“Pierre! You! What has
 44 II  |         some fresh air. And you?”~Jean began to laugh.~“I too came
 45 II  |       from the tone of voice that Jean had not looked at anything.
 46 II  |         how much I care for you.”~Jean, tender and soft-hearted,
 47 II  |           time afterward he heard Jean moving softly about the
 48 III |         Mme. Roland was saying to Jean, “I will tell you what I
 49 III |         to be sure, were rare. If Jean were a really superior man,
 50 III |   presence is quite unnecessary.”~Jean sat silent, as though he
 51 III |         it occurred to him to ask Jean to lend him the amount of
 52 III |        hundred francs, as soon as Jean should have come into possession.~“
 53 III |        did she not seem to prefer Jean? Without confessing it to
 54 III |           this tavern-wench about Jean’s legacy? Why should this
 55 III |           fancied, no doubt, that Jean was Marechal’s son. The
 56 III |         the barmaid’s remark that Jean was fair and he dark, that
 57 III |           firmly resolved to warn Jean, and put him on his guard
 58 III |          s honour.~But what could Jean do? The simplest thing no
 59 III |         to, which would have made Jean not inheritor but merely
 60 III |    against father Roland’s, while Jean was offering two freshly
 61 III |         and was gazing at her son Jean with sparkling eyes; happiness
 62 III |         father. Everything is for Jean to-day.”~Unwonted luxury
 63 III |     graced the table. In front of Jean, who sat in his father’s
 64 III |      celebrating the accession of Jean the rich.”~After the soup,
 65 III |        fortnight. Mme. Rosemilly, Jean, and his mother were planning
 66 III |      finding nothing more to say.~Jean, who was laughing, spoke
 67 IV  |        boy.”~“May I have her with Jean Bart?”~“To be sure, as long
 68 IV  |          boatman, commonly called Jean Bart, was dozing in the
 69 IV  |         and made her more lively. Jean Bart hastily hauled up the
 70 IV  |          his mother was saying to Jean:~“The glass corridor will
 71 IV  |    silence Marowsko asked whether Jean had come definitely into
 72 IV  |            Marowsko believed that Jean was Marechal’s son. Of course
 73 IV  |          leave all his fortune to Jean?”~It was not jealousy now
 74 IV  |       himself should believe that Jean, his brother, was that man’
 75 IV  |           the preference. He knew Jean from his birth? Yes, but
 76 IV  |      kindly. He called Pierre and Jean “my dear children,” and
 77 IV  |    Monsieur Pierre” and “Monsieur Jean.” Marechal would hold out
 78 IV  |        leave his whole fortune to Jean? No, he had never shown
 79 IV  |         for leaving everything to Jean— everything—and nothing
 80 IV  |        could he have done this if Jean were not his son?~And suddenly
 81 IV  |       Marechal was fair—fair like Jean. He now remembered a little
 82 V   |         his ear through the wall. Jean was sleeping peacefully,
 83 V   |           bed, would have said to Jean, scared by the sudden waking:~“
 84 V   |     scared by the sudden waking:~“Jean you must not keep this legacy
 85 V   |        nothing; he could not tell Jean that he did not believe
 86 V   |     traced between his father and Jean, one of those mysterious
 87 V   |         just come over him to see Jean at once, to look at him
 88 V   |         escape him.~But supposing Jean were to wake, what could
 89 V   |     stealthy step, like a robber. Jean, his mouth open, was sunk
 90 V   |       natural thing to give it to Jean, and that he would be pleased
 91 V   |      thought, about the time that Jean’s beard was beginning to
 92 V   |       spent the day in going with Jean to cabinet-makers and upholsterers.
 93 V   |           have a sense of wealth.~Jean, on the other hand, wishing
 94 V   |     annoyance.~“Oh, I am quite of Jean’s mind. I like nothing so
 95 V   |           neighbour has a lover.”~Jean began to laugh.~“You argue
 96 V   |           his own father! No, no; Jean was not in the least like
 97 V   |          in Paris. I thought that Jean might be glad to have it.”~
 98 V   |          two or three days before Jean heard of his legacy? If
 99 V   |        snug little income. I hope Jean will have us to dinner in
100 V   |        saying: “Dear me! How like Jean!” And though he dared not
101 V   |         but what he bequeathed to Jean. Well, at any rate you may
102 V   |  death-bed he did not forget us.”~Jean, in his turn, held out his
103 V   |     belongs to you now, my little Jean, as you are his heir. We
104 V   |       filled his pipe; Pierre and Jean lighted cigarettes. They
105 V   |          while he paced the room, Jean, sunk in a deep arm-chair,
106 V   |        worsted work, intended for Jean’s lodgings. It was a difficult
107 V   |    likeness between this face and Jean. Then she would know and
108 V   |          they were all surprised. Jean, annoyed for the young widow,
109 V   |     circles, I dare say,” replied Jean. “But a man does not treat
110 VI  |          The father went fishing; Jean, with his mother’s help,
111 VI  |    yourself too much with helping Jean. Give yourself a little
112 VI  |           hinder his reading her; Jean lived almost entirely in
113 VI  |      dashing and military effect.~Jean, since he had come into
114 VI  |          closely-fitting dresses.~Jean, with a sparkle in his eye,
115 VI  |        Rosemilly, standing still. Jean had come up with her, and
116 VI  |         away between her fingers. Jean had an idea; he placed a
117 VI  |        eye-lashes, and her dress, Jean bent over her and murmured: “
118 VI  |           exchanged.~“Come,” said Jean, much agitated. “Let us
119 VI  |      hill-top. Mme. Rosemilly and Jean set off at a run and they
120 VI  |          and shining olive green.~Jean rolled up his trousers above
121 VI  |      retired in front of the net. Jean drove it towards the sea-weed,
122 VI  |       ingeniously gentle pursuit.~Jean now caught nothing; but
123 VI  |         the bottom made a mirror, Jean smiled at the face which
124 VI  |       forgetful of her promise to Jean, who followed them in a
125 VI  |          the weedy rocks, her son Jean fishing with Mme. Rosemilly.
126 VI  |        name do you say that?”~“In Jean’s, by Heaven! It is immensely
127 VI  |         son.~Seeing her approach, Jean called out:~“Well, mother?
128 VI  | frightened at the rocks.”~So then Jean guided her, supported her,
129 VI  |           this she led her little Jean farther away, quite to the
130 VII |           the men dozed excepting Jean. Beausire and Roland dropped
131 VII |    Beausire even refused to go to Jean’s rooms where tea was waiting
132 VII |         the lodgings but herself, Jean, and the workmen, that the
133 VII |         at their being so pretty.~Jean begged them all to wait
134 VII |           was dignified in style.~Jean sat down in his arm-chair
135 VII |          her hand and pressed it. Jean, in high spirits, cut a
136 VII |            Do you like it?” asked Jean.~“Immensely.”~“You cannot
137 VII |      returned to the drawing-room Jean abruptly threw open the
138 VII |         which she gave the key to Jean; then she went into the
139 VII |       properly closed.~Pierre and Jean had remained in the little
140 VII |   excursions do not improve her.”~Jean felt his spirit rising with
141 VII |          gone mad by any chance?”~Jean had pulled himself up.~“
142 VII |           you hear? I forbid it.”~Jean had come close up to him,
143 VII |           you hear? I order you.”~Jean, startled by his violence,
144 VII |         person or your mind?”~But Jean knew full well that he had
145 VII |       that gaby, that simpleton?”~Jean, seeing that he was aiming
146 VII |        nothing about that money.”~Jean went on:~“Why your jealousy
147 VII |       reputed to be your father.”~Jean stood rigid, not understanding,
148 VII |       unburden his heart. He told Jean all his suspicions, his
149 VII |           to have quite forgotten Jean, and his mother in the adjoining
150 VII |        which bore away his words.~Jean, distracted and almost convinced
151 VII |        closing with a slam roused Jean from the deep stupor into
152 VII |      despair? Besides, stamped on Jean’s ear, on his sight, on
153 VII |          on the chest of drawers.~Jean flew to the window; it was
154 VII |           his ear: “No, my little Jean, you would not forgive me
155 VII |           I have told you —oh, my Jean, think—think—I am your mother!”~“
156 VII |          no longer. Oh, my little Jean! Do you think I could live
157 VII |         overcame her; she clasped Jean in a passionate and tender
158 VII |         She laid her two hands on Jean’s shoulders, and holding
159 VII |       misery brought the tears to Jean’s eyes.~He tried to kiss
160 VII |        kiss each other, my little Jean, you must believe that though
161 VII |        for I have wept, my little Jean; oh, yes, and bitter tears,
162 VII |       will act by your decision.”~Jean replied gently:~“Stay, mother.”~
163 VII |          can we do about Pierre?”~Jean answered:~“We will find
164 VII |           And throwing herself on Jean’s breast she cried in distress
165 VII |            Outside their own door Jean kissed her, saying:~“Good-night,
166 VIII|          got back to his lodgings Jean dropped on a sofa; for the
167 VIII|           is upstairs with M’sieu Jean.”~Then he shouted, looking
168 VIII|        she went down, followed by Jean.~Roland, as soon as he saw
169 VIII|        with mother this morning.”~Jean went forward holding out
170 VIII|       without him.”~She turned to Jean:~“You had better go to call
171 VIII|       table.~“Good-morning,” said Jean.~Pierre rose.~“Good-morning!”
172 VIII|          other after I had left?”~Jean constantly addressed her
173 VIII|         not read their minds. Did Jean believe in his mother’s
174 VIII|    suffering too great to endure. Jean was talking, chatting with
175 VIII|           attention to his words. Jean was saying:~“She will be
176 VIII|    nothing could be easier.”~Then Jean seemed to hesitate, to be
177 VIII|          the sum and the captain.~Jean went on:~“The purser makes
178 VIII|         very gladly sail in her.”~Jean asked:~“What should hinder
179 VIII|        one of the vice-chairmen.”~Jean asked his brother:~“Would
180 VIII|           them before the board.”~Jean approved heartily.~“Your
181 VIII|           and left the room.~Then Jean turned to his mother:~“And
182 VIII|           they were in the street Jean said:~“Will you take my
183 VIII|          such a husband as mine.”~Jean made no reply. He was thinking
184 VIII|       spoke as if in gratitude to Jean and his mother, of all the
185 VIII|           you for having accepted Jean, for you will make him very
186 VIII|          seemed to have forgotten Jean.~Then they discussed a number
187 VIII|     terror to her.~They went into Jean’s apartments.~As soon as
188 VIII|           called out:~“Come here, Jean, and see how nice it looks.”~
189 IX  |         having told this thing to Jean. He felt that it was odious,
190 IX  |         What can she have said to Jean? Did she confess or deny
191 IX  |    everything, clapped his hands. Jean spoke seriously, though
192 IX  |           his father, his mother, Jean, and Mme. Rosemilly waiting
193 IX  |           hard as polished steel.~Jean took one oar, the sailor
194 IX  |          Heh! Do I know the way?”~Jean in a low tone said to his
195 IX  |           him, but she could not.~Jean took her hand.~“You saw?”
196 IX  |     breakfast with a friend. Then Jean led the way with Mme. Rosemilly,
197 IX  |      fellow, all the same, is our Jean.”~“Yes,” replied the mother.~
198 IX  |         no, only a very few days. Jean wished to make sure that