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Updated: June 27, 2025
The Vallins were at table, in the act of slowly eating slices of bread which they parsimoniously spread with a little rancid butter on a plate between the two. M. d'Hubières recommenced his propositions, but with more insinuations, more oratorical precautions, more guile.
Madame d'Hubieres, trembling with anguish, spoke of the future of their child, of his happiness, and of the money which he could give them later. The peasant asked: "This pension of twelve hundred francs, will it be promised before a lawyer?" M. d'Hubieres responded: "Why, certainly, beginning with to-morrow."
Tapping her foot with impatience, Madame d'Hubieres granted it at once, and, as she wished to carry off the child with her, she gave a hundred francs extra, as a present, while her husband drew up a paper. And the young woman, radiant, carried off the howling brat, as one carries away a wished-for knick-knack from a shop.
The woman, who was thinking it over, continued: "A hundred francs a month is not enough to deprive us of the child. That child would be working in a few years; we must have a hundred and twenty francs." Stamping with impatience, Mme. d'Hubières granted it at once, and as she wished to carry off the child with her, she gave a hundred francs as a present, while her husband drew up a writing.
The man, grave and deliberate, said nothing; but approved of what his wife said by a continued nodding of his head. Madame d'Hubieres, in dismay, began to weep; turning to her husband, with a voice full of tears, the voice of a child used to having all its wishes gratified, she stammered: "They will not do it, Henri, they will not do it."
She returned again; made the acquaintance of the parents, and reappeared every day with her pockets full of dainties and pennies. Her name was Madame Henri d'Hubieres. One morning, on arriving, her husband alighted with her, and without stopping to talk to the children, who now knew her well, she entered the farmer's cottage. They were busy chopping wood for the fire.
Madame d'Hubieres, trembling with anguish, spoke of the future of their child, of his happiness, and of the money which he could give them later. The peasant asked: "This pension of twelve hundred francs, will it be promised before a lawyer?" M. d'Hubieres responded: "Why, certainly, beginning with to-morrow."
She returned again; made the acquaintance of the parents, and reappeared every day with her pockets full of dainties and of pennies. Her name was Madame Henri d'Hubières. One morning, on arriving, her husband alighted with her, and without stopping with the children, who now knew her well, she entered the peasants' cottage. They were busy splitting wood to cook the soup.
Madame d'Hubieres remembered that there were two children, quite little, and she asked, through her tears, with the tenacity of a wilful and spoiled woman: "But is the other little one not yours?" Father Tuvache answered: "No, it is our neighbors'. You can go to them if you wish." And he went back into his house, whence resounded the indignant voice of his wife.
Then Mme. d'Hubières, trembling with anguish, spoke of the future of their child, of his happiness, and of the money which he could give them later. The peasant asked: "This pension of twelve hundred francs, will it be promised before a notary?" M. d'Hubières responded: "Why, certainly, beginning with to-morrow."
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