There was an incredible commotion in the business world when the news became known.  The younger branch of Desvarennes had witnessed Jeanne’s arrival with little satisfaction, and were still more gloomy when they learned that the chances of their succeeding to great wealth were over.  Still they did not lose all hopes.  At thirty-five years of age one cannot always tell how these little affairs will come off.  An accident was possible.  But none occurred; all passed off well.

Madame Desvarennes was as strong physically as she was morally, and proved victorious by bringing into the world a little girl, who was named Michelins in honor of her father.  The mistress’s heart was large enough to hold two children; she kept the orphan she had adopted, and brought her up as if she had been her very own.  Still there was soon an enormous difference in her manner of loving Jeanne and Michelins.  This mother had for the long-wished-for child an ardent, mad, passionate love like that of a tigress for her cubs.  She had never loved her husband.  All the tenderness which had accumulated in her heart blossomed, and it was like spring.

This autocrat, who had never allowed contradiction, and before whom all her dependents bowed either with or against the grain, was now led in her turn; the bronze of her character became like wax in the little pink hands of her daughter.  The commanding woman bent before the little fair head.  There was nothing good enough for Micheline.  Had the mother owned the world she would have placed it at the little one’s feet.  One tear from the child upset her.  If on one of the most important subjects Madame Desvarennes had said “No,” and Micheline came and said “Yes,” the hitherto resolute will became subordinate to the caprice of a child.  They knew it in the house and acted upon it.  This manoeuvre succeeded each time, although Madame Desvarennes had seen through it from the first.  It appeared as if the mother felt a secret joy in proving under all circumstances the unbounded adoration which she felt for her daughter.  She often said: 

“Pretty as she is, and rich as I shall make her, what husband will be worthy of Micheline?  But if she believes me when it is time to choose one, she will prefer a man remarkable for his intelligence, and will give him her fortune as a stepping-stone to raise him as high as she chooses him to go.”

Inwardly she was thinking of Pierre Delarue, who had just taken honors at the Polytechnic school, and who seemed to have a brilliant career before him.  This woman, humbly born, was proud of her origin, and sought a plebeian for her son-in-law, to put into his hand a golden tool powerful enough to move the world.

Micheline was ten years old when her father died.  Alas, Michel was not a great loss.  They wore mourning for him; but they hardly noticed that he was absent.  His whole life had been a void.  Madame Desvarennes, it is sad to say, felt herself more mistress of her child when she was a widow.  She was jealous of Micheline’s affections, and each kiss the child gave her father seemed to the mother to be robbed from her.  With this fierce tenderness, she preferred solitude around this beloved being.