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Simon, radiant with pleasure, introduced them: "Jean, Sophie and Gontran." The door of the drawing-room was open. I went in, and in the depths of an easy-chair, I saw something trembling, a man, an old, paralyzed man. Madame Radevin came forward and said: "This is my grandfather, monsieur; he is eighty-seven."
Little Louise Hauser nearly died that summer of decline, which the medical men attributed to the cold air of the mountains. I was going to see my friend Simon Radevin once more, for I had not seen him for fifteen years. Formerly he was my most intimate friend, and I used to spend long, quiet, and happy evenings with him.
My windows looked out onto a plain, bare, interminable plain, an ocean of grass, of wheat, and of oats, without a clump of trees or any rising ground, a striking and melancholy picture of the life which they must be leading in that house. A bell rang; it was for dinner, and so I went downstairs. Madame Radevin took my arm in a ceremonious manner, and we went into the dining-room.
My windows looked out on to a plain, a bare, interminable plain, an ocean of grass, of wheat, and of oats, without a clump of trees or any rising ground, a striking and melancholy picture of the life which they must be leading in that house. A bell rang; it was for dinner, and so I went downstairs. Madame Radevin took my arm in a ceremonious manner, and we went into the dining-room.
The three others, as one man, replied: "Parbleu! my dear boy, two days more or less can make no difference in his present condition." And, perfectly calmly, the father-in-law turned to the undertaker's assistant, and said: "Well, then, my friend, it will be the day after tomorrow." I was to see my old friend, Simon Radevin, of whom I had lost sight for fifteen years.
Simon, radiant with pleasure, introduced them: "Jean, Sophie and Gontran." The door of the drawing-room was open. I went in, and in the depths of an easy-chair, I saw something trembling, a man, an old, paralyzed man. Madame Radevin came forward and said: "This is my grandfather, monsieur; he is eighty-seven."
"Ah! ah! so there are the others?" said I. And Simon, who was radiant with pleasure, named them: "Jean, Sophie, and Gontran." The door of the drawing-room was open. I went in, and in the depths of an easy-chair I saw something trembling, a man, an old, paralyzed man. Madame Radevin came forward and said: "This is my grandfather, Monsieur; he is eighty-seven."
The three others, as one man, replied: "Parbleu! my dear boy, two days more or less can make no difference in his present condition." And, perfectly calmly, the father-in-law turned to the undertaker's assistant, and said: "Well, then, my friend, it will be the day after tomorrow." I was to see my old friend, Simon Radevin, of whom I had lost sight for fifteen years.
My windows looked out across a dreary, interminable plain, an ocean of grass, of wheat and of oats, without a clump of trees or any rising ground, a striking and melancholy picture of the life which they must be leading in that house. A bell rang; it was for dinner, and I went downstairs. Madame Radevin took my arm in a ceremonious manner, and we passed into the dining-room.
My windows looked out across a dreary, interminable plain, an ocean of grass, of wheat and of oats, without a clump of trees or any rising ground, a striking and melancholy picture of the life which they must be leading in that house. A bell rang; it was for dinner, and I went downstairs. Madame Radevin took my arm in a ceremonious manner, and we passed into the dining-room.
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