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Updated: May 27, 2025
As if life were not sad enough, good heavens! And then, after all, Sidonie had always been a good girl; why should she not be a good woman? Night was falling. M. Chebe rose gravely to close the shutters of the shop and light a gas-jet which illumined the bare walls, the empty, polished shelves, and the whole extraordinary place, which reminded one strongly of the day following a failure.
Whenever one of the omnibuses lumbered away on its journey, she followed it with her eyes, as a government clerk at Cayenne or Noumea gazes after the steamer about to return to France; she made the trip with it, knew just where it would stop, at what point it would lurch around a corner, grazing the shop-windows with its wheels. As a prisoner, M. Chebe became a terrible trial.
There was such an intonation in his son-in-law's voice, and the way that son-in-law shook him as he spoke was so eloquent, that Monsieur Chebe was fully convinced. He even stammered an apology. Certainly Risler had good reason for acting as he had. All honorable people would be on his side. And he backed toward the door as he spoke.
Claire Fromont, a miniature Cauchoise dressed in lace, presented her to her cousin Georges, a magnificent hussar who turned at every step to observe the effect of his sabre. "You understand, Georges, she is my friend. She is coming to play with us Sundays. Mamma says she may." And, with the artless impulsiveness of a happy child, she kissed little Chebe with all her heart.
"I believe, on my word, that he is making sport of us," replied M. Delobelle. And the other: "No doubt Monsieur had company to dinner." "And such company!" scornfully exclaimed the illustrious actor, in whose mind bitter memories were awakened. "The fact is " continued M. Chebe. They drew closer to each other and talked. The hearts of both were full in respect to Sidonie and Risler.
To the devil with sadness for to-day! Play us something lively, a good waltz, so that I can take a turn with Madame Chebe." "Risler, Risler, are you crazy, my son-in-law?" "Come, come, mamma! We must dance."
As he had long been acquainted with his son-in-law's kindness of heart, M. Chebe had determined to appeal to him at once, hoping to lead him into his game and throw upon him the responsibility for this domestic change. Instead of Risler he found Delobelle. They looked askance at each other, with an unfriendly eye, like two dogs meeting beside the same dish.
M. Chebe went very far: "Let him beware! he has been foolish enough to send the father and mother away from their daughter; if anything happens to her, he can't blame us. A girl who hasn't her parents' example before her eyes, you understand " "Certainly certainly," said Delobelle; "especially as Sidonie has become a great flirt. However, what can you expect? He will get no more than he deserves.
The true reason was that he himself never was invited; but he gave other reasons, and would say to his wife: "Don't you see that your daughter's heart is sad when she returns from that house, and that she passes whole hours dreaming at the window?" But poor Madame Chebe, who had been so unhappy ever since her marriage, had become reckless.
There was such an intonation in his son-in-law's voice, and the way that son-in-law shook him as he spoke was so eloquent, that Monsieur Chebe was fully convinced. He even stammered an apology. Certainly Risler had good reason for acting as he had. All honorable people would be on his side. And he backed toward the door as he spoke.
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