Parent looked at them, irritated and excited at the recollection of all his sufferings and of his despair, and was especially exasperated at their placid and satisfied looks.  He felt inclined to kill them, to throw his siphon of Seltzer water at them, to split open Limousin’s head as he every moment bent it over his plate, raising it again immediately.

He would have his revenge now, on the spot, as he had them under his hand.  But how?  He tried to think of some means, he pictured such dreadful things as one reads of in the newspapers occasionally, but could not hit on anything practical.  And he went on drinking to excite himself, to give himself courage not to allow such an opportunity to escape him, as he might never have another.

Suddenly an idea struck him, a terrible idea; and he left off drinking to mature it.  He smiled as he murmured:  “I have them, I have them!  We will see; we will see!”

They finished their luncheon slowly, conversing with perfect unconcern.  Parent could not hear what they were saying, but he saw their quiet gestures.  His wife’s face especially exasperated him.  She had assumed a haughty air, the air of a comfortable, devout woman, of an unapproachable, devout woman, sheathed in principles, iron-clad in virtue.  They paid their bill and got up from table.  Parent then noticed Limousin.  He might have been taken for a retired diplomat, for he looked a man of great importance, with his soft white whiskers, the tips of which touched his coat collar.

They walked away.  Parent rose and followed them.  First they went up and down the terrace, and calmly admired the landscape, and then they went. into the forest.  Parent followed them at a distance, hiding himself so as not to excite their suspicion too soon.

Parent came up to them by degrees, breathing hard with emotion and fatigue, for he was unused to walking now.  He soon came up to them, but was seized with fear, an inexplicable fear, and he passed them, so as to turn round and meet them face to face.  He walked on, his heart beating, feeling that they were just behind him now, and he said to himself:  “Come, now is the time.  Courage! courage!  Now is the moment!”

He turned round.  They were all three sitting on the grass, at the foot of a huge tree, and were still chatting.  He made up his mind, and walked back rapidly; stopping in front of them in the middle of the road, he said abruptly, in a voice broken by emotion: 

“It is I!  Here I am!  I suppose you did not expect me?”

They all three stared at this man, who seemed to be insane.  He continued: 

“One would suppose that you did not know me again.  Just look at me!  I am Parent, Henri Parent.  You thought it was all over, and that you would never see me again.  Ah! but here I am once more, you see, and now we will have an explanation.”

Henriette, terrified, hid her face in her hands, murmuring:  “Oh!  Good heavens!”