At first Michael listened to her attentively, and when he comprehended her meaning, he gave the child back to its mother.

“How much do we owe you?” asked he.

The countrywoman began to reckon up the different expenses, which amounted to nearly thirty francs.  The joiner felt to the bottom of his pockets, but could find nothing.  His forehead became contracted by frowns; low curses began to escape him; all of a sudden he rummaged in his breast, drew forth a large watch, and holding it up above his head—­

“Here it is—­here’s your money!” cried he, with a joyful laugh; “a watch, number one!  I always said it would keep for a drink on a dry day; but it is not I who will drink it, but the young one.  Ah! ah! ah! go and sell it for me, neighbour; and if that is not enough, have my ear-rings.  Eh!  Genevieve, take them off for me, the ear-rings will square all.  They shall not say you have been disgraced on account of the child.  No, not even if I must pledge a bit of my flesh!  My watch, my ear-rings, and my ring, get rid of all of them for me at the goldsmith’s; pay the woman, and let the little fool go to sleep.  Give him me, Genevieve, I will put him to bed.”

And, taking the baby from the arms of his mother, he carried him with a firm step to his cradle.

It was easy to perceive the change which took place in Michael from this day.  He cut all his old drinking acquaintances.  He went early every morning to his work, and returned regularly in the evening to finish the day with Genevieve and Robert.  Very soon he would not leave them at all, and he hired a place near the fruitshop, and worked in it on his own account.

They would soon have been able to live in comfort, had it not been for the expenses which the child required.  Everything was given up to his education.  He had gone through the regular school training, had studied mathematics, drawing, and the carpenter’s trade, and had only begun to work a few months ago.  Till now, they had been exhausting every resource which their laborious industry could provide to push him forward in his business; but, happily, all these exertions had not proved useless; the seed had brought forth its fruits, and the days of harvest were close by.

While I was thus recalling these remembrances to my mind, Michael had come in, and was occupied in fixing shelves where they were wanted.

During the time I was writing the notes of my journal, I was also scrutinizing the joiner.

The excesses of his youth and the labour of his manhood have deeply marked his face; his hair is thin and gray, his shoulders stooping, his legs shrunken and slightly bent.  There seems a sort of weight in his whole being.  His very features have an expression of sorrow and despondency.  He answered my questions by monosyllables, and like a man who wishes to avoid conversation.  From whence is this dejection, when one would think he had all he could wish for?  I should like to know!