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Since he had grown to manhood they no longer said in so many words: âLook at Jean and follow his example,â but every time he heard them say âJean did thisâ âJean does that,â he understood their meaning and the hint the words conveyed.
Their mother, an orderly person, a thrifty and rather sentimental woman of the middle class, with the soul of a softhearted bookkeeper, was constantly quenching the little rivalries between her two big sons to which the petty events of their life constantly gave rise. Another little circumstance, too, just now disturbed her peace of mind, and she was in fear of some complications; for in the course of the winter, while her boys were finishing their studies, each in his own line, she had made the acquaintance of a neighbour, Mme. RosĂ©milly, the widow of a captain of a merchantman who had died at sea two years before. The young widowâ âquite young, only three-and-twentyâ âa woman of strong intellect who knew life by instinct as the free animals do, as though she had seen, gone through, understood, and weighted every conceivable contingency, and judged them with a wholesome, strict, and benevolent mind, had fallen into the habit of calling to work or chat for an hour in the evening with these friendly neighbours, who would give her a cup of tea.
Father Roland, always goaded on by his seafaring craze, would question their new friend about the departed captain; and she would talk of him, and his voyages, and his old-world tales, without hesitation, like a resigned and reasonable woman who loves life and respects death.
The two sons on their return, finding the pretty widow quite at home in the house, forthwith began to court her, less from any wish to charm her than from the desire to cut each other out.
Their mother, being practical and prudent, sincerely hoped that one of them might win the young widow, for she was rich; but then she would have liked that the other should not be grieved.
Mme. Rosémilly was fair, with blue eyes, a mass of light waving hair, fluttering at the least breath of wind, and an alert, daring, pugnacious little way with her, which did not in the least answer to the sober method of her mind.
She already seemed to like Jean best, attracted, no doubt, by an affinity of nature. This preference, however, she betrayed only by an almost imperceptible difference of voice and look and also by occasionally asking his opinion. She seemed to guess that Jeanâs views would support her own, while those of Pierre must inevitably be different. When she spoke of the doctorâs ideas on politics, art, philosophy, or morals, she would sometimes say: âYour crotchets.â Then he would look at her with the cold gleam of an accuser drawing up an indictment against womenâ âall women, poor weak things.
Never till his sons came home had M. Roland invited her to join his fishing expeditions, nor had he ever taken his wife; for he liked to put off before daybreak, with his ally, Captain Beausire, a master mariner retired, whom he had first met on the quay at high tides and with whom he had struck up an intimacy, and the old sailor Papagris, known as Jean Bart, in whose charge the boat was left.
But one evening of the week before, Mme. RosĂ©milly, who had been dining with them, remarked, âIt must be great fun to go out fishing.â The jeweller, flattered by her interest and suddenly fired with the wish to share his favourite sport with her, and to make a convert after the manner of priests, exclaimed: âWould you like to come?â
âTo be sure I should.â
âNext Tuesday?â
âYes, next Tuesday.â
âAre you the woman to be ready to start at five in the morning?â
She exclaimed in horror:
âNo, indeed: that is too much.â
He was disappointed and chilled, suddenly doubting her true vocation. However, he said:
âAt what hour can you be ready?â
âWellâ âat nine?â
âNot before?â
âNo, not before. Even that is very early.â
The old fellow hesitated; he certainly would catch nothing, for when the sun has warmed the sea the fish bite no more; but the two brothers had eagerly pressed the scheme, and organized and arranged everything there and then.
So on the following Tuesday the Pearl had dropped anchor under the white rocks of Cape la HĂšve; they had fished till midday, then they had slept awhile, and then fished again without catching anything; and then it was that father Roland, perceiving, rather late, that all that Mme. RosĂ©milly really enjoyed and cared for was the sail on the sea, and seeing that his lines hung motionless, had uttered in a spirit of unreasonable annoyance, that vehement âTschah!â which applied as much to the pathetic widow as to the creatures he could not catch.
Now he contemplated the spoilâ âhis fishâ âwith the joyful thrill of a miser; seeing as he looked up at the sky that the sun was getting low: âWell, boys,â said he, âsuppose we turn homeward.â
The young men hauled in their lines, coiled them up, cleaned the hooks and stuck them into corks, and sat waiting.
Roland stood up to look out like a captain.
âNo wind,â said he. âYou will have to pull, young âuns.â
And suddenly extending one arm to the northward, he exclaimed:
âHere comes the packet from Southampton.â
Away over the level sea, spread out
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