t the thought of
this separation, but what was for the child's real interest? That was the
only question to be considered; the rest was nothing. They summoned Jean.

"My child," said Madame de Lavardens to him, "will you come and live with
Paul and me for some years? I will take you both to Paris."

"You are very kind, Madame, but I should have liked so much to stay
here."

He looked at the Cure, who turned away his eyes.

"Why must we go?" he continued. "Why must you take Paul and me away?"

"Because it is only in Paris that you can have all the advantages
necessary to complete your studies. Paul will prepare for his examination
at Saint-Cyr. You know he wishes to be a soldier."

"So do I, Madame. I wish to be one, too."

"You a soldier!" exclaimed the Cure; "but you know that was not at all
your father's idea. In my presence, he has often spoken of your future,
your career. You were to be a doctor, and, like him, doctor at Longueval,
and, like him, devote yourself to the sick and poor. Jean, my child, do
you remember?"

"I remember, I remember."

"Well, then, Jean, you must do as your father wished; it is your duty,
Jean; it is your duty. You must go to Paris. You would like to stay here,
I understand that well, and I should like it, too; but it can not be. You
must go to Paris, and work, work hard. Not that I am anxious about that;
you are your father's true son. You will be an honest and laborious man.
One can not well be the one without the other. And some day, in your
father's house, in the place where he has done so much good, the poor
people of the country round will find another Doctor Reynaud, to whom
they may look for help. And I--if by chance I am still in this
world--when that day comes, I shall be so happy! But I am wrong to speak
of myself; I ought not, I do not count. It is of your father that you
must think. I repeat it, Jean, it was his dearest wish. You can not have
forgotten it."

"No, I have not forgotten; but if my father sees me, and hears me, I am
certain that he understands and forgives me, for it is on his account."

"On his account?"

"Yes. When I heard that he was dead, and when I heard how he died, all at
once, without any need of reflection, I said to myself that I would be a
soldier, and I will be a soldier! Godfather, and you, Madame, I beg you
not to prevent me."

The child burst into tears--a perfect flood of passionate tears. The
Countess and the Abbe soothed him with g