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She brought with her a tutor for her son Paul, a very nice, but very lazy little fellow. The two children were of the same age; they had known each other from their earliest years. Madame de Lavardens had a great regard for Dr. Reynaud, and one day she made him the following proposal: "Send Jean to me every morning," said she, "I will send him home in the evening.
At the news of her husband's death, Madame Reynaud had remained for twenty-four hours petrified, crushed, without a word or a tear; then fever had seized her, then delirium, and after a fortnight, death. Jean was alone in the world; he was fourteen years old.
"It would not matter to you to be called Madame Reynaud?" "Not in the least, if I love him." "Ah! you return always to " "Because that is the true question. There is no other. Now I will be sensible in my turn. This question I grant that this is not quite settled, and that I have, perhaps, allowed myself to be too easily persuaded. You see how sensible I am.
She brought with her a tutor for her son Paul, a very nice, but very lazy little fellow. The two children were of the same age; they had known each other from their earliest years. Madame de Lavardens had a great regard for Dr. Reynaud, and one day she made him the following proposal: "Send Jean to me every morning," said she, "I will send him home in the evening.
"It would not matter to you to be called Madame Reynaud?" "Not in the least, if I love him." "Ah! you return always to " "Because that is the true question. There is no other. Now I will be sensible in my turn. This question I grant that this is not quite settled, and that I have, perhaps, allowed myself to be too easily persuaded. You see how sensible I am.
In 1846, when the Abbe' Constantin took possession of his little living, the grandfather of Jean was residing in a pleasant cottage on the road to Souvigny, between the picturesque old castles of Longueval and Lavardens. Marcel, the son of that Dr. Reynaud, was finishing his medical studies in Paris. He possessed great industry, and an elevation of sentiment and mind extremely rare.
"Yes yes it is settled," they said; "anything that you wish, all that you wish." Both had the same thought leave it to time; Jean is only a child; he will change his mind. In this, both were mistaken; Jean did not change his mind. In the month of September, 1876, Paul de Lavardens was rejected at Saint-Cyr, and Jean Reynaud passed eleventh at the Ecole Polytechnique.
To please Paul de Lavardens the Abbe Constantin did lean over and look at Niniche's action, but the old priest's thoughts were far away. This sub-lieutenant of artillery was called Jean Reynaud. He was the son of a country doctor who slept in the churchyard of Longueval.
When they started, the battalion followed the road which led through Longueval, and which passed before the doctor's house. Madame Reynaud and Jean were waiting by the roadside. The child threw himself into his father's arms. "Take me, too, papa! take me, too!" Madame Reynaud wept. The doctor held them both in a long embrace, then he continued his way.
M. Reynaud lived at a time when it was all the fashion to suggest that old works that had come down to us, like the Iliad and the Odyssey, and even such national epics as the Cid and the Arthur Legends and the Nibelungenlied were to be attributed to several writers rather than to one.
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