Червоне та чорне

The Bread of the Poor

           deRênalalwaysgotonverywellwithhiswife,buthedidnotknowwhattoanswerwhenshetimidlyrepeatedthephraseofM.lecuré,"WhatharmcanthisParisgentlemandotheprisoners?"Hewasonthepointofquitelosinghistemperwhenshegaveacry.Hersecondsonhadmountedtheparapetoftheterracewallandwasrunningalongit,althoughthewallwasraisedtoaheightofmorethantwentyfeetabovethevineyardontheotherside.ThefearoffrighteninghersonandmakinghimfallpreventedMadamedeRênalspeakingtohim.Butatlastthechild,whowassmilingathisownpluck,lookedathismother,sawherpallor,jumpeddownontothewalkandrantoher.Hewaswellscolded.

           Thislittleeventchangedthecourseoftheconversation.

           "IreallymeantotakeSorel,thesonofthesawyer,intothehouse,"saidM.deRênal;"hewilllookafterthechildren,whoaregettingtoonaughtyforustomanage.Heisayoungpriest,orasgoodasone,agoodLatinscholar,andwillmakethechildrengeton.Accordingtothecuré,hehasasteadycharacter.Iwillgivehimthreehundredfrancsayearandhisboard.Ihavesomedoubtsastohismorality,forheusedtobethefavouriteofthatoldSurgeon-Major,MemberoftheLegionofHonour,whowenttoboardwiththeSorels,onthepretextthathewastheircousin.ItisquitepossiblethatthatmanwasreallysimplyasecretagentoftheLiberals.Hesaidthatthemountainairdidhisasthmagood,butthatissomethingwhichhasneverbeenproved.

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