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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. A PARISIAN AFFAIR AND OTHER STORIES
  3. BOULE DE SUIF1
  4. A PARISIAN AFFAIR
  5. A WOMAN’S CONFESSION
  6. COCKCROW
  7. MOONLIGHT
  8. AT SEA
  9. A MILLION
  10. FEMME FATALE
  11. MONSIEUR JOCASTE
  12. TWO FRIENDS
  13. AWAKENING
  14. THE JEWELS
  15. TRAIN STORY
  16. REGRET
  17. MINOR TRAGEDY
  18. THE CHRISTENING
  19. COWARD
  20. ROSE
  21. IDYLL
  22. MOTHER SAUVAGE
  23. MADAME HUSSON’S ROSE KING1
  24. ENCOUNTER
  25. HAPPINESS
  26. A BIT OF THE OTHER
  27. LOVE
  28. HAUTOT & SON
  29. NEW YEAR’S GIFT1
  30. THE HORLA1
  31. DUCHOUX
  32. THE LULL-A-BYE
  33. MOTHER OF INVENTION
  34. WHO KNOWS?
  35. LAID TO REST1
  36. THE NECKLACE
  37. Notes

Again he told her everything, stopping every now and then to punctuate the story with little asides of his own. She listened attentively. With the sensitive perception of a woman, she seized every implication of each twist and turn of events, shuddering with horror and saying ‘Oh my God’ from time to time. The little boy, seeing his mother had calmed down, stopped hitting César and was now holding her hand, listening too as if he understood every word. When he came to the end Hautot junior said: ‘And now what we must do is make sure his wishes are carried out. I’m in a comfortable position. He’s left me property so … I wouldn’t want you to feel in any need …’

She broke in abruptly: ‘Oh, please, please, Monsieur César! Not today! My heart’s breaking! Another time, another day, perhaps. But not today. And if I were to accept, I do want you to know it would not be for me, oh no, no, no, I swear I wouldn’t want anything for myself but for the little one. We’ll put any money in his name.’

César was aghast. Then the penny dropped. He stammered, ‘You mean … he’s his?’

‘Oh yes,’ she said.

Hautot junior looked at his half-brother with a mixture of emotions, all deeply painful. After a long silence, for she had begun to weep again, César was at a complete loss as to what to do. He said: ‘Well then, Mam’zelle Donet, I’d better be going. When would you like us to meet and talk about arrangements?’

She cried out: ‘Oh don’t go! Please! Please don’t leave me and Émile on our own. I’d die of grief. I’ve got nobody now except my little boy. Oh it’s awful, Monsieur César, it’s terrible! Please, please sit down! Talk to me some more. Tell me about what he used to do when he was away from here, when he was back home with you.’

And so César, obedient as always, sat down again. She drew her chair up close to his in front of the stove where the food was still cooking. She put Émile on her lap and asked César hundreds of little intimate questions about his father from which he could see or rather feel instinctively that this poor young woman had loved Hautot with all her heart.