me, get up and let
me get up."

He jumped out of bed, and said, as he drew on his socks:

"We shall be very uncomfortable there, very uncomfortable. There is only
an old straw palliasse in my room. Spring mattresses are unknown at
Canteleu."

She seemed delighted.

"So much the better. It will be delightful to sleep
badly--beside--beside you, and to be woke up by the crowing of the
cocks."

She had put on her dressing-gown--a white flannel dressing-gown--which
Duroy at once recognized. The sight of it was unpleasant to him. Why?
His wife had, he was aware, a round dozen of these morning garments. She
could not destroy her trousseau in order to buy a new one. No matter, he
would have preferred that her bed-linen, her night-linen, her
under-clothing were not the same she had made use of with the other. It
seemed to him that the soft, warm stuff must have retained something
from its contact with Forestier.

He walked to the window, lighting a cigarette. The sight of the port,
the broad stream covered with vessels with tapering spars, the steamers
noisily unloading alongside the quay, stirred him, although he had been
acquainted with it all for a long time past, and he exclaimed: "By Jove!
it is a fine sight."

Madeleine approached, and placing both hands on one of her husband's
shoulders, leaned against him with careless grace, charmed and
delighted. She kept repeating: "Oh! how pretty, how pretty. I did not
know that there were so many ships as that."

They started an hour later, for they were to lunch with the old people,
who had been forewarned some days beforehand. A rusty open carriage bore
them along with a noise of jolting ironmongery. They followed a long and
rather ugly boulevard, passed between some fields through which flowed a
stream, and began to ascend the slope. Madeleine, somewhat fatigued, had
dozed off beneath the penetrating caress of the sun, which warmed her
delightfully as she lay stretched back in the old carriage as though in
a bath of light and country air.

Her husband awoke her, saying: "Look!"

They had halted two-thirds of the way up the slope, at a spot famous for
the view, and to which all tourists drive. They overlooked the long and
broad valley through which the bright river flowed in sweeping curves.
It could be caught sight of in the distance, dotted with numerous
islands, and describing a wide sweep before flowing through Rouen. Then
the town appeared on the right bank, sli