gorously, but as soon as they saw their father, they
rushed up to him, and he kissed them affectionately, and taking one of
them on each knee, he began to talk to them.

Philippe-Auguste was an ugly, ill-kempt little brat, dirty from head to
foot, with the face of an idiot, and Marie-Louise was already like her
mother--spoke like her, repeated her words, and even imitated her
movements. She also asked him whether there was anything fresh at the
office, and he replied merrily:

"Your friend, Ramon, who comes and dines here every Sunday, is going to
leave us, little one. There is a new second head-clerk."

She looked at her father, and with a precocious child's pity, she said:

"So somebody has been put over your head again!"

He stopped laughing, and did not reply, and then, in order, to create a
diversion, he said, addressing his wife, who was cleaning the windows:

"How is mamma, up there?"

Madame Caravan left off rubbing, turned round, pulled her cap up, as it
had fallen quite on to her back, and said, with trembling lips:

"Ah! yes; just speak to your mother about this, for she has created a
pretty scene. Just think that a short time ago Madame Lebaudin, the
hairdresser's wife, came upstairs to borrow a packet of starch of me,
and, as I was not at home, your mother called her _a beggar woman_, and
turned her out; but I gave it to the old woman. She pretended not to
hear, like she always does when one tells her unpleasant truths, but
she is no more deaf than I am, as you know. It is all a sham, and the
proof of it is, that she went up to her own room immediately, without
saying a word."

Caravan did not utter a word, and at that moment the little servant
came in to announce dinner. In order to let his mother know, he took a
broom-handle, which always stood in a corner, and rapped loudly on the
ceiling three times, and they went into the dining-room. Madame Caravan,
junior, helped the soup, and waited for the old woman, but she did not
come, and the soup was getting cold, so they began to eat slowly, and
when their plates were empty, they waited again, and Madame Caravan,
who was furious, attacked her husband:

"She does it on purpose, you know that as well as I do. But you always
uphold her."

He, in great perplexity between the two, sent Marie-Louise to fetch her
grandmother, and he sat motionless, with his eyes down, while his wife
tapped her glass angrily with her knife. In about a minute, the door
fl