“I scolded, threatened and pleaded.  I used force to try to cover the frail creature.  All was in vain.  The nurse ran away from me through the snow, and the body of the little one turned purple.  I was about to leave these brutes when I saw the priest coming across the country, followed. by the sexton and a young boy.  I ran towards him and gave vent to my indignation.  He showed no surprise nor did he quicken his pace in the least.  He answered: 

“’What can you expect, sir?  It’s the custom.  They all do it, and it’s of no use trying to stop them.’

“‘But at least hurry up!’ I cried.

“He answered:  ‘But I can’t go any faster.’

“He entered the vestry, while we remained outside on the church steps.  I was suffering.  But what about the poor little creature who was howling from the effects of the biting cold.

“At last the door opened.  He went into the church.  But the poor child had to remain naked throughout the ceremony.  It was interminable.  The priest stammered over the Latin words and mispronounced them horribly.  He walked slowly and with a ponderous tread.  His white surplice chilled my heart.  It seemed as though, in the name of a pitiless and barbarous god, he had wrapped himself in another kind of snow in order to torture this little piece of humanity that suffered so from the cold.

“Finally the christening was finished according to the rites and I saw the nurse once more take the frozen, moaning child and wrap it up in the blanket.

“The priest said to me:  ‘Do you wish to sign the register?’

“Turning to my gardener, I said:  ’Hurry up and get home quickly so that you can warm that child.’  I gave him some advice so as to ward off, if not too late, a bad attack of pneumonia.  He promised to follow my instructions and left with his sister-in-law and the nurse.  I followed the priest into the vestry, and when I had signed he demanded five francs for expenses.

“As I had already given the father ten francs, I refused to pay twice.  The priest threatened to destroy the paper and to annul the ceremony.  I, in turn, threatened him with the district attorney.  The dispute was long, and I finally paid five francs.

“As soon as I reached home I went down to Kerandec’s to find out whether everything was all right.  Neither father, nor sister-in-law, nor nurse had yet returned.  The mother, who had remained alone, was in bed, shivering with cold and starving, for she had had nothing to eat since the day before.

“‘Where the deuce can they have gone?’ I asked.  She answered without surprise or anger, ’They’re going to drink something to celebrate:  It was the custom.  Then I thought, of my ten francs which were to pay the church and would doubtless pay for the alcohol.

“I sent some broth to the mother and ordered a good fire to be built in the room.  I was uneasy and furious and promised myself to drive out these brutes, wondering with terror what was going to happen to the poor infant.