From that day forward, she had only one thought; to have a child, another child; she confided her wish to everybody, and in consequence of this, a neighbor told her of an infallible method.  This was, to make her husband a glass of water with a pinch of ashes in it, every evening.  The farmer consented to try it, but without success; so they said to each other:  “Perhaps there are some secret ways?” And they tried to find out.  They were told of a shepherd who lived ten leagues off, and so Vallin one day drove off to consult him.  The shepherd gave him a loaf on which he had made some marks; it was kneaded up with herbs, and both of them were to eat a piece of it before and after their mutual caresses:  but they ate the whole loaf without obtaining any results from it.

Next, a schoolmaster unveiled mysteries, and processes of love which were unknown in the country, but, infallible, so he declared; but none of them had the desired effect.  Then the priest advised them to make a pilgrimage to the shrine at Fecamp.  Rose went with the crowd and prostrated herself in the abbey, and mingling her prayers with the coarse wishes of the peasants around her, she prayed that she might be fruitful a second time; but it was in vain, and then she thought that she was being punished for her first fault, and she was seized by terrible grief.  She was wasting away with sorrow; her husband was also aging prematurely, and was wearing himself out in useless hopes.

Then war broke out between them; he called her names and beat her.  They quarreled all day long, and when they were in bed together at night he flung insults and obscenities at her, panting with rage, until one night, not being able to think of any means of making her suffer more, he ordered her to get up and go and stand out of doors in the rain, until daylight.  As she did not obey him, he seized her by the neck, and began to strike her in the face with his fists, but she said nothing, and did not move.  In his exasperation he knelt on her stomach, and with clenched teeth, and mad with rage, he began to beat her.  Then in her despair she rebelled, and flinging him against the wall with a furious gesture, she sat up, and in an altered voice, she hissed:  “I have had a child, I have had one!  I had it by Jacques; you know Jacques well.  He promised to marry me, but he left this neighborhood without keeping his word.”

The man was thunderstruck, and could hardly speak, but at last he stammered out:  “What are you saying?  What are you saying?” Then she began to sob, and amidst her tears she said:  “That was the reason why I did not want to marry you.  I could never tell you, for you would have left me without any bread for my child.  You have never had any children, so you cannot understand, you cannot understand!”

He said again, mechanically, with increasing surprise:  “You have a child?  You have a child?” “You had me by force, as I suppose you know?  I did not want to marry you,” she said, still sobbing.