randmother's knees, saying: "Come, little savage, try not to be any
worse than your rascal of a father. Now for five minutes of emotion.
Come, Captain, embrace me."
We did so heartily. The doctor's little black eyes twinkled more brightly
than usual; I saw very well that he was moved.
"Did it make you feel queer, Captain? I mean the cry? Ah! I know it, it
is like a needle through the heart . . . . Where is the nurse? Ah! here
she is. No matter, he is a fine boy, your little lancer. Open the door
for the prisoners in the drawing-room."
I opened the door. Every one was listening on the other side of it. My
father, my two aunts, still holding in their hands, one her rosary and
the other her Voltaire, my own nurse, poor old woman, who had come in a
cab.
"Well," they exclaimed anxiously, "well?"
"It is all over, it is a boy; go in, he is there."
You can not imagine how happy I was to see on all their faces the
reflection of my own emotion. They embraced me and shook hands with me,
and I responded to all these marks of affection without exactly knowing
where they came from.
"Damn it all!" muttered my father, in my ear, holding me in his arms,
with his stick still in his hand and his hat on his head, "Damn it all!"
But he could not finish, however brave he might wish to appear; a big
tear was glittering at the tip of his nose. He muttered "Hum!" under his
moustache and finally burst into tears on my shoulder, saying: "I can not
help it."
And I did likewise--I could not help it either.
However, everybody was flocking round the grandmamma, who lifted up a
corner of her apron and said:
"How pretty he is, the darling, how pretty! Nurse, warm the linen, give
me the caps."
"Smile at your aunty," said my aunt, jangling her rosary above the baby's
head, "smile at aunty."
"Ask him at the same time to recite a fable," said the doctor.
Meanwhile my wife was coming to herself; she half opened her eyes and
seemed to be looking for something.
"Where is he?" she murmured in a faint voice.
They showed her her mother's apron.
"A boy, is it not?"
Taking my hand, she drew me down toward her and said in a whisper, "Are
you satisfied with me? I did my best, dear."
"Come, no emotion," exclaimed the doctor, "you shall kiss each other
tomorrow. Colonel," he said to my father, who still retained his hat and
stick, "keep them from kissing. No emotion, and every one outside. I am
going to dress the little lanc
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