“If we only had a Deputy to fall back upon.  When the Chamber hears everything that is going on at the Admiralty, the Minister will be turned out——­”

She was interrupted by a terrible noise on the stairs.  Marie-Louise and Philippe-Auguste, who had just come in from the gutter, were slapping each other all the way upstairs.  Their mother rushed at them furiously, and taking each of them by an arm she dragged them into the room, shaking them vigorously; but as soon as they saw their father, they rushed up to him, and he kissed them affectionately, and taking one of them on each knee, began to talk to them.

Philippe-Auguste was an ugly, ill-kempt little brat, dirty from head to foot, with the face of an idiot, and Marie-Louise was already like her mother—­spoke like her, repeated her words, and even imitated her movements.  She also asked him whether there was anything fresh at the office, and he replied merrily: 

“Your friend, Ramon, who comes and dines here every Sunday, is going to leave us, little one.  There is a new second head-clerk.”

She looked at her father, and with a precocious child’s pity, she said: 

“Another man has been put over your head again.”

He stopped laughing, and did not reply, and in order to create a diversion, he said, addressing his wife, who was cleaning the windows: 

“How is mamma, upstairs?”

Madame Caravan left off rubbing, turned round pulled her cap up, as it had fallen quite on to her back, and said with trembling lips: 

“Ah! yes; let us talk about your mother, for she has made a pretty scene.  Just imagine:  a short time ago Madame Lebaudin, the hairdresser’s wife, came upstairs to borrow a packet of starch of me, and, as I was not at home, your mother chased her out as though she were a beggar; but I gave it to the old woman.  She pretended not to hear, as she always does when one tells her unpleasant truths, but she is no more deaf than I am, as you know.  It is all a sham, and the proof of it is, that she went up to her own room immediately, without saying a word.”

Caravan, embarrassed, did not utter a word, and at that moment the little servant came in to announce dinner.  In order to let his mother know, he took a broom-handle, which always stood in a corner, and rapped loudly on the ceiling three times, and then they went into the dining-room.  Madame Caravan, junior, helped the soup, and waited for the old woman, but she did not come, and as the soup was getting cold, they began to eat slowly, and when their plates were empty, they waited again, and Madame Caravan, who was furious, attacked her husband: 

“She does it on purpose, you know that as well as I do.  But you always uphold her.”

Not knowing which side to take, he sent Marie-Louise to fetch her grandmother, and he sat motionless, with his eyes cast down, while his wife tapped her glass angrily with her knife.  In about a minute, the door flew open suddenly, and the child came in again, out of breath and very pale, and said hurriedly: