r his gums, with each glass of
cider or wine that flowed through his gullet, he thought he was regaining
something of his own property, getting back a little of his money which
all those gluttons were devouring, saving in fact, a portion of his own
means. And he ate in silence with the obstinacy of a miser who hides his
coppers, with the gloomy tenacity which he exhibited in former days in
his persistent toils.

But all of a sudden he noticed at the end of the table Celeste's child
on a woman's lap, and his eye remained fixed on the little boy. He went
on eating, with his glance riveted on the youngster, into whose mouth the
woman who minded him every now and then put a little stuffing which he
nibbled at. And the old man suffered more from every mouthful taken in by
this little grub than by all that the others swallowed.

The meal lasted till evening. Then everyone went back home.

Cesaire raised up old Amable.

"Come, daddy, we must go home," said he.

And put the old man's two sticks in his hands

Cesaire took her child in her arms, and they went on slowly through the
pale night whitened by the snow. The deaf old man, three-fourths tipsy,
and even more malicious under the influence of drink, persisted in not
going on. Several times he even sat down with the object of making his
daughter-in-law catch cold, and he kept whining, without uttering a word,
giving vent to a sort of continuous groaning as if he were in pain.

When they reached home, he at once climbed up to his loft, while Cesaire
made a bed for the child near the deep niche where he was going to lie
down with his wife. But as the newly wedded pair could not sleep
immediately, they heard the old man for a long time moving about on his
bed of straw, and he even talked loudly several times, whether it was
that he was dreaming or that he let his thoughts escape through his
mouth, in spite of himself, without being able to keep them back, under
the obsession of a fixed idea.

When he came down his ladder, next morning, he saw his daughter-in-law
looking after the house-keeping.

She cried out to him:

"Come, daddy, hurry on! Here's some good soup."

And she placed at the end of the table the round black gray pot filled
with smoking liquid. He sat down without giving any answer, seized the
hot jar, warmed his hands with it in his customary fashion; and, as it
was very cold, even pressed it against his breast, to try to make a
little of the living hea