a little quiet, and go and play in the dining-room."
They obeyed; for there they could move chairs as they liked, build
houses of them, and play at making calls. Did ever anybody have such
wild ideas at five years of age as this Maria? She took the arm of
Amedee, whom she called her little husband, and went to call upon her
sister and show her her little child, a pasteboard doll with a large head,
wrapped up in a napkin.
"As you see, Madame, it is a boy."
"What do you intend to make of him when he grows up?" asked Louise,
who lent herself complacently to the play, for she was ten years old and
quite a young lady, if you please.
"Why, Madame," replied Maria, gravely, "he will be a soldier."
At that moment the engraver, who had left his bench to stretch his legs
a little and to light his Abd-el-Kader for the third time, came and stood
at the threshold of his room. Madame Gerard, reassured as to the state
of her stew, which was slowly cooking--and oh, how good it smelled in
the kitchen!--entered the dining-room. Both looked at the children, so
comical and so graceful, as they made their little grimaces! Then the
husband glanced at his wife, and the wife at the husband, and both
burst out into hearty laughter.
There never was any laughter in the apartment of the Violettes. It was
cough! cough! cough! almost to suffocation, almost to death! This
gentle young woman with the heavy hair was about to die! When the
beautiful starry evenings should come again, she would no longer
linger on the balcony, or press her husband's hand as they gazed at the
stars. Little Amedee did not understand it; but he felt a vague terror of
something dreadful happening in the house. Everything alarmed him
now. He was afraid of the old woman who smelled of snuff, and who,
when she dressed him in the morning, looked at him with a pitying air;
he was afraid of the doctor, who climbed the five flights of stairs twice
a day now, and left a whiff of perfume behind him; afraid of his father,
who did not go to his office any more, whose beard was often three
days old, and who feverishly paced the little parlor, tossing back with a
distracted gesture the lock of hair behind his ear. He was afraid of his
mother, alas! of his mother, whom he had seen that evening, by the
light from the night-lamp, buried in the pillows, her delicate nose and
chin thrown up, and who did not seem to recognize him, in spite of her
wide-open eyes, when his father took her child in his arms and leaned
over her with him that he might kiss her cold forehead covered with
sweat!
At last the terrible day arrived, a day that Amedee never will forget,
although he was then a very small child.
What awakened him that morning was his father's embrace as he came
and took him from his bed. His father's eyes were wild and bloodshot
from so much crying. Why was their neighbor, M. Gerard, there so
early in the morning, and with great tears rolling down his cheeks too?
He kept beside M. Violette, as if watching him, and patted him upon
the back affectionately, saying:
"Now then, my poor friend! Have courage, courage!"
But the poor friend had no more. He let M. Gerard take the child from
him, and then his head fell like a dead person's upon the good
engraver's shoulder, and he began to weep with heavy sobs that shook
his whole body.
"Mamma! See mamma!" cried the little Amedee, full of terror.
Alas! he never will see her again! At the Gerards, where they carried
him and the kind neighbor dressed him, they told him that his mother
had gone for a long time, a very long time; that he must love his papa
very much and think only of him; and other things that he could not
understand and dared not ask the meaning of, but which filled him with
consternation.
It was strange! The engraver and his wife busied themselves entirely
with him, watching him every moment. The little ones, too, treated him
in a singular, almost respectful manner. What had caused such a change?
Louise did not open her piano, and when little Maria wished to take her
"menagerie" from the lower part of the buffet, Madame Gerard said
sharply, as she wiped the tears from her eyes: "You must not play
to-day."
After breakfast Madame Gerard put on her hat and shawl and went out,
taking Amedee with her. They got into a carriage that took them
through streets that the child did not
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