o'clock."
"All right."
The child he had met in the avenue appeared before the open door,
exclaiming:
"Dada!"
There was no answer.
Mordiane had risen up with a longing to escape, to run off, which made
his legs tremble. This "dada" had hit him like a bullet. It was to _him_
that it was addressed, it was intended for him, this "dada," smelling
of garlic--this "dada" of the South.
Oh! how sweet had been the perfume exhaled by her, his sweetheart of
bygone days!
Duchoux saw him to the door.
"This house is your own?" said the baron.
"Yes, monsieur; I bought it recently. And I am proud of it. I am a child
of accident, monsieur, and I don't want to hide it; I am proud of it. I
owe nothing to anyone; I am the son of my own efforts; I owe everything
to myself."
The little boy, who remained on the threshold, kept still exclaiming,
though at some distance away from them:
"Dada!"
Mordiane, shaking with a shivering fit, seized with panic, fled as one
flies away from a great danger.
"He is going to guess who I am, to recognize me," he thought. "He is
going to take me in his arms, and to call out to me, 'Dada,' while giving
me a kiss perfumed with garlic."
"To-morrow, monsieur."
"To-morrow, at one o'clock."
The landau rolled over the white road.
"Coachman! to the railway-station!"
And he heard two voices, one far away and sweet, the faint, sad voice
of the dead, saying: "My darling," and the other sonorous, sing-song,
frightful, bawling out, "Dada," just as people bawl out, "Stop him!"
when a thief is flying through the street.
Next evening, as he entered the club, the Count d'Etreillis said to him:
"We have not seen you for the last three days. Have you been ill?"
"Yes, a little unwell. I get headaches from time to time."
OLD AMABLE
PART I
The humid, gray sky seemed to weigh down on the vast brown plain. The
odor of Autumn, the sad odor of bare, moist lands, of fallen leaves, of
dead grass, made the stagnant evening air more thick and heavy. The
peasants were still at work, scattered through the fields, waiting for
the stroke of the Angelus to call them back to the farm-houses, whose
thatched roofs were visible here and there through the branches of the
leafless trees which protected the apple-gardens against the wind.
At the side of the road, on a heap of clothes, a very small male child
seated with its legs apart, was playing with a potato, which he now and
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