Chapter

  1 I   |          too late.”~His two sons, Pierre and Jean, who each held
  2 I   |          doctor?”~His eldest son, Pierre, a man of thirty, with black
  3 I   |       murmured:~“Much the same as Pierre—four or five.”~Every time
  4 I   |    amateur skipper. His two sons, Pierre and Jean, had remained at
  5 I   |    amusements.~On leaving school, Pierre, the elder, five years older
  6 I   |      licentiate, at the time when Pierre had taken his in medicine.
  7 I   |          they watched each other. Pierre, five years old when Jean
  8 I   |  gentleness, and good temper, and Pierre had by degrees begun to
  9 I   |           her own, while those of Pierre must inevitably be different.
 10 I   |          pleasure to see. Her son Pierre was wont to say that she
 11 I   | shirt-sleeves on their bare arms.~Pierre, who was nearest to the
 12 I   |       word: “Easy, Jean, and you, Pierre, put your back into it.”
 13 I   |          to display their biceps. Pierre’s arms were hairy, somewhat
 14 I   |          under the skin.~At first Pierre had the advantage. With
 15 I   |         pull harder, number two!” Pierre pulled harder in his frenzy,
 16 I   |         warmed to his work, while Pierre, out of breath and exhausted
 17 I   |       somewhat vexed, said:~“Why, Pierre, what rhyme or reason is
 18 I   |          irritating as an insult.~Pierre and Jean, who had calmed
 19 I   |           be alone this evening.”~Pierre, who had heard, and who
 20 I   |        dropping from the sky. But Pierre, who was very fond of his
 21 I   |          I do not wish to marry.”~Pierre smiled sneeringly:~“Are
 22 I   |        good friend; he knows that Pierre is looking out for a medical
 23 I   |        Why is he coming himself?”~Pierre thought it quite natural.~“
 24 I   |           he was much bigger than Pierre.~Suddenly Mme. Roland seemed
 25 I   |         really what I call luck!”~Pierre asked:~“Then you used to
 26 I   |           to be alone to reflect. Pierre, on his part, said that
 27 I   |          on Jean,” she said. “But Pierre?”~“Pierre? But he is a doctor;
 28 I   |          she said. “But Pierre?”~“Pierre? But he is a doctor; he
 29 I   |          for Jean, only for Jean. Pierre will find himself at a great
 30 II  |         II~As soon as he got out, Pierre made his way to the Rue
 31 II  |         steamship —which startled Pierre as much as if it had read
 32 II  |        fleet of stars in the sky. Pierre murmured, almost speaking
 33 II  |          What, is it you, Jean?”~“Pierre! You! What has brought you
 34 II  |           out for fresh air.” And Pierre sat down by his brother’
 35 II  |           you!” he stammered.~And Pierre turned away with his slow
 36 II  |          a miracle, had bewitched Pierre Roland’s lively and bold
 37 II  |          in his part of the town.~Pierre often went to see him and
 38 II  |          thing learning to speak.~Pierre sat down, and Marowsko asked
 39 II  |          in floating one of them. Pierre declared that Marowsko always
 40 II  |           the gas.~“A fine ruby,” Pierre declared.~“Isn’t it?” Marowsko’
 41 II  |             or again “Groseline.” Pierre did not approve of either
 42 II  |        solitary gas-lamp. At last Pierre began, almost in spite of
 43 II  |           It will not look well.”~Pierre, who was relapsing into
 44 III |        Roland said to him:~“Come, Pierre, make haste, devil take
 45 III |          the day to be dawdling.”~Pierre sat down without replying,
 46 III |          in such a boat as that.”~Pierre, in his turn, spoke his
 47 III |         grind yourself to death.”~Pierre replied haughtily:~“Our
 48 III |          it is time to be going.”~Pierre sneered.~“It is not yet
 49 III |         When the family had gone, Pierre, alone once more, resumed
 50 III |       thousand francs a year, and Pierre had often blamed himself
 51 III |         of those gloomy days with Pierre when we pry into every corner
 52 III |             The devil!” exclaimed Pierre as he sat down. “We are
 53 III |        the greatest pleasure; and Pierre was only sorry that he had
 54 III |           cried as they listened.~Pierre alone seemed incredulous,
 55 III |       better than a pistol-shot.”~Pierre, more and more fractious
 56 III |         and I am none the worse.”~Pierre answered with some asperity:~“
 57 III |           put in her word: “Come, Pierre, what ails you? For once
 58 III |          really do me much harm?” Pierre had a pang of remorse and
 59 III |         the last drop, of regret.~Pierre’s eye suddenly met that
 60 III |    himself of it without exciting Pierre’s remark. A ruse occurred
 61 III |           no one took any notice.~Pierre, without observing it, was
 62 III |           was a faithful friend.”~Pierre looked at his father and
 63 IV  |           said to him:~“My little Pierre, you have no notion how
 64 IV  |          I together, mate,” cried Pierre. He went down the iron ladder
 65 IV  |            Due east still, M’sieu Pierre. A fine breeze out at sea.”~“
 66 IV  |          mysterious latent power. Pierre took the tiller, and, holding
 67 IV  |      rudder, which trembled under Pierre’s hand; when the wind blew
 68 IV  |         of coast.~For three hours Pierre, easy, calm, and happy,
 69 IV  |          fog is coming up, M’sieu Pierre. We must go in.”~He looked
 70 IV  |           a cold shudder ran over Pierre’s limbs, and a smell of
 71 IV  |         like the flow of a river. Pierre, with his hands and feet
 72 IV  |           a bachelor’s quarters.”~Pierre turned pale. His anger seemed
 73 IV  |       will be to your advantage.”~Pierre replied contemptuously:~“
 74 IV  |         we knew him as a friend.”~Pierre, who was eating beans, sticking
 75 IV  |          in fifty-eight, old man. Pierre was three years old. I am
 76 IV  |          this thought rushed into Pierre’s soul, as abrupt and violent
 77 IV  |     savour of this wandering fog.~Pierre, with his shoulders up and
 78 IV  |        kept watch. On recognising Pierre for whom he had the affection
 79 IV  |           His jealous devotion to Pierre rebelled against this preference.
 80 IV  |      against this preference. And Pierre felt as though he could
 81 IV  |    self-evident? Why, he himself, Pierre, her son—had not he been
 82 IV  |          fearful sound in answer. Pierre made for the jetty with
 83 IV  |      simple and kindly. He called Pierre and Jean “my dear children,”
 84 IV  |           dine with him. And then Pierre, with the pertinacity of
 85 IV  |         doubt—of saying “Monsieur Pierre” and “Monsieur Jean.” Marechal
 86 IV  |     reminiscences came readily to Pierre’s mind. Having seen him
 87 IV  |         everything—and nothing to Pierre.~The more he thought, the
 88 IV  |   discussed poets and poetry with Pierre. He did not appreciate these
 89 IV  |         all was silent once more.~Pierre had opened his eyes and
 90 IV  |         to his son—their son!~And Pierre started to his feet, quivering
 91 IV  |            the tide having risen.~Pierre turned round and could discern
 92 IV  |       port?”~“Naples.”~And before Pierre’s bewildered eyes rose,
 93 IV  |         became quite intolerable, Pierre set out towards the town.
 94 V   |         we ever remember a cloud?~Pierre could no longer endure to
 95 V   |            but he ceased snoring.~Pierre, leaning over him, gazed
 96 V   |           the sleeping household. Pierre had taken to walking to
 97 V   |      inquired:~“Who is there?”~“I—Pierre.”~“What do you want?”~“Only
 98 V   |       from his stubborn slumbers.~Pierre, as he went towards his
 99 V   |         board the Trouville boat; Pierre took a seat aft on a wooden
100 V   |         not daring to destroy it.~Pierre recollected quite clearly
101 V   |       when the world was bathing, Pierre went to the shore.~From
102 V   |     breathed with the air itself.~Pierre walked among all this throng,
103 V   |    streams elbowing and mingling. Pierre, made nervous and exasperated
104 V   |          her elder son.~“And you, Pierre, what do you think of the
105 V   |          met with at every turn.”~Pierre replied:~“What does that
106 V   |        the maxims of a moralist.”~Pierre made no reply. His mother
107 V   |          that?” asked Roland. And Pierre answered:~“A little likeness
108 V   |        those letters—his letters.~Pierre looked at the mother who
109 V   |            after an absence which Pierre thought long, though she
110 V   |        blood courses. But what to Pierre was far more decisive than
111 V   |           on to me,” said Roland.~Pierre held out the miniature and
112 V   |           Roland filled his pipe; Pierre and Jean lighted cigarettes.
113 V   |        They commonly smoked them, Pierre while he paced the room,
114 V   |          to be borne, clutched at Pierre’s heart. He was saying to
115 V   |       turned to the mantel-shelf.~Pierre understood, or thought he
116 V   |          asking after her health, Pierre made off, the door having
117 VI  |  furnishing and settling himself; Pierre, very gloomy, never was
118 VI  |      mourning for some one,” said Pierre.~“You are? For whom?”~“For
119 VI  |     questioned her, at any rate?”~Pierre replied: “No; I had not
120 VI  |          directly—it is nothing.”~Pierre had gone up to her and was
121 VI  |           you felt her heart?”~As Pierre bent over her to feel her
122 VI  |              It is nothing,” said Pierre, “she is a little hysterical.”~
123 VI  |      recur, almost every day; and Pierre seemed to bring them on
124 VI  |       gulf before her.~Roland and Pierre came last, and the doctor
125 VI  |          the speed of a tortoise, Pierre keeping in front of him
126 VI  |           first on the beach with Pierre, for they had neither of
127 VI  |           not venture to speak to Pierre, knowing that he would return
128 VI  |         of sky and sea and cliff.~Pierre, too, was looking at them,
129 VI  |        tremulous with feeling: “O Pierre, how cruel you are! That
130 VI  |     stones; it was the other one, Pierre, sunk in thought and desperation.~
131 VI  |         to the shore. They roused Pierre, who pretended to be sleeping;
132 VII |         submit to your judgment.”~Pierre was looking at this home
133 VII |        was the most admired; only Pierre made some observations with
134 VII |          dear old man; go to bed. Pierre will see me home.”~As soon
135 VII |       window was properly closed.~Pierre and Jean had remained in
136 VII |           smoking without a word. Pierre suddenly started to his
137 VII |         speak of Mme. Rosemilly.”~Pierre turned on him haughtily:~“
138 VII |           of your manners to me.”~Pierre sneered: “To you? And are
139 VII |         about to become my wife.”~Pierre laughed the louder.~“Ah!
140 VII |           chosen.~But on a sudden Pierre turned equally furious.
141 VII |          you knew it annoyed me.”~Pierre broke into one of those
142 VII |           nothing to say to you.”~Pierre, stung to the quick by this
143 VII |        bile that is choking you.”~Pierre clenched his fist in his
144 VII |         as if she were to blame!”~Pierre had retired step by step
145 VII |        dishonour on his mother.”~“Pierre! Pierre! Pierre! Think what
146 VII |          on his mother.”~“Pierre! Pierre! Pierre! Think what you
147 VII |         mother.”~“Pierre! Pierre! Pierre! Think what you are saying.
148 VII |      guessed—and now I know it.”~“Pierre! Be silent. Mother is in
149 VII |         hear —she must hear.”~But Pierre felt that he must unburden
150 VII |    because she dare not.~Suddenly Pierre stamped his foot.~“I am
151 VII |          which now reigned, after Pierre’s vociferations, the sudden
152 VII |      anguish, certain gestures of Pierre’s, so full of suffering
153 VII |            when you look on me as Pierre does, when you remember
154 VII |           she went on:~“Well, but Pierre. What can we do about Pierre?”~
155 VII |      Pierre. What can we do about Pierre?”~Jean answered:~“We will
156 VII |           out of the question, as Pierre left you here. Come, take
157 VII |         snoring. In all the house Pierre alone was awake, and had
158 VIII|           He had not been hit, as Pierre had been, in the purity
159 VIII|         Constant friction against Pierre had certainly become unendurable.
160 VIII|           inheritance. I must let Pierre have the whole of it, since
161 VIII|           he came back to that of Pierre’s presence in the family.
162 VIII|       return.~Mme. Roland asked:~“Pierre is not come down?”~Her husband
163 VIII|       When he knocked at the door Pierre said:~“Come in.”~He went
164 VIII|         Good-morning,” said Jean.~Pierre rose.~“Good-morning!” and
165 VIII|         poured out her wine.~Then Pierre understood that they had
166 VIII|    talking, chatting with Roland. Pierre, as he did not listen, did
167 VIII|           That is very good pay.”~Pierre raising his eyes met his
168 VIII|           they said nothing more.~Pierre was considering. It certainly
169 VIII|          schemes for getting on?”~Pierre replied in a low voice:~“
170 VIII|        scarcely audible:~“I think Pierre is right.”~Roland exclaimed:~“
171 VIII|      After thinking a few minutes Pierre added:~“The best thing I
172 VIII|       then he said:~“You see that Pierre is quite ready and willing
173 IX  |          terms with regard to Dr. Pierre Roland, their pupil, had
174 IX  |    appointed to the Lorraine, and Pierre was lucky enough to be nominated
175 IX  |     Pirette having gone on board, Pierre went to the ship, where
176 IX  |        the great vessel.~But when Pierre had left his colleague and
177 IX  |          seen nowadays,” said he.~Pierre explained that he had had
178 IX  |         shoe-black by this time.”~Pierre felt a pang, and made up
179 IX  |      going to play me false—you?”~Pierre was so deeply touched that
180 IX  |      passenger boat.”~“O Monsieur Pierre! And you always promised
181 IX  |           with you. It is wrong.”~Pierre tried to explain, to protest,
182 IX  |          keep your word!”~At this Pierre rose, offended on his part,
183 IX  |          crowned with froth.~When Pierre had found a seat not far
184 IX  |          many people in the cafe.~Pierre went down to the sea. As
185 IX  |           bound for New York, and Pierre Roland was to take possession
186 IX  |         son was to sail on board.~Pierre had scarcely any intercourse
187 IX  |          she said in a low voice.~Pierre went on: “We sail at eleven
188 IX  |         like a gallery in a mine, Pierre could discern some hundreds
189 IX  |         the doctor’s cabin.”~Then Pierre shut the door; but no sooner
190 IX  |      windows.”~“Port-holes,” said Pierre. He showed her how thick
191 IX  |         the door.~“Come in,” said Pierre, and Captain Beausire appeared.~“
192 IX  |      Good-bye, my boy.” He kissed Pierre on the whiskers and then
193 IX  |       bustle.~“Good-bye,” replied Pierre, standing on one of the
194 IX  |         called out:~“Look out! M. Pierre is at the stern, all alone,
195 IX  |          and she saw her son, her Pierre, with his officer’s cap