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"
Ah
,
"
said
Rieux
,
for
the
sake
of
saying
something
.
"
Is
it
progressing
?
"
"
Inevitably
,
considering
all
the
years
I
’
ve
been
working
on
it
.
Although
,
in
another
sense
,
there
isn
’
t
much
progress
.
"
"
But
what
exactly
is
it
?
"
the
doctor
asked
,
stopping
in
his
tracks
.
Grand
mumbled
as
he
settled
his
round
hat
over
his
ears
.
Rieux
got
the
vague
idea
that
it
was
something
about
the
development
of
a
personality
.
But
the
civil
servant
was
already
leaving
and
walking
briskly
up
the
Boulevard
de
la
Marne
,
between
the
fig
trees
.
On
the
threshold
of
the
lab
Cottard
told
the
doctor
that
he
would
like
to
see
him
to
ask
his
advice
.
Rieux
,
who
was
fingering
the
page
of
statistics
in
his
pocket
,
invited
him
to
come
to
his
consulting
-
room
,
then
changed
his
mind
and
said
that
he
would
be
in
Cottard
’
s
neighbourhood
the
next
day
and
would
drop
in
to
see
him
in
the
late
afternoon
.
After
leaving
Cottard
the
doctor
noticed
that
he
was
thinking
about
Grand
.
He
was
imagining
him
in
the
midst
of
a
plague
,
not
this
one
which
would
doubtless
not
prove
serious
,
but
one
of
the
great
plagues
of
history
.
"
He
’
s
the
kind
of
man
who
is
spared
in
such
cases
.
"
He
recalled
having
read
that
the
plague
spared
those
of
weak
constitution
and
mainly
destroyed
those
of
a
robust
nature
.
And
the
more
he
thought
about
him
,
the
more
the
doctor
considered
that
there
was
a
little
mystery
surrounding
the
civil
servant
.
Indeed
,
at
first
sight
Joseph
Grand
was
nothing
more
than
the
minor
clerk
at
the
Hôtel
de
Ville
that
he
appeared
to
be
.
Tall
and
thin
,
he
was
swamped
by
his
clothes
,
always
choosing
them
too
large
under
the
mistaken
impression
that
this
would
give
him
more
wear
out
of
them
.
While
he
still
had
most
of
his
teeth
in
the
lower
jaw
,
he
had
lost
those
in
the
upper
one
,
so
that
his
smile
,
which
chiefly
involved
raising
the
upper
lip
,
gave
him
a
cavernous
mouth
.
If
you
add
to
this
portrait
his
manner
of
walking
like
a
young
priest
,
his
ability
to
hug
the
walls
and
slide
through
doorways
,
his
odour
of
smoke
and
cellars
,
and
every
appearance
of
insignificance
,
you
will
agree
that
he
could
not
be
imagined
anywhere
except
behind
a
desk
,
earnestly
revising
the
prices
of
public
baths
in
the
town
or
putting
together
the
materials
for
a
report
,
to
be
written
by
some
young
superior
,
about
the
new
tax
on
the
collection
of
household
waste
.
Even
for
someone
not
in
the
know
,
he
appeared
to
have
been
put
in
this
world
in
order
to
carry
out
the
unobtrusive
but
indispensable
role
of
a
temporary
municipal
clerk
earning
sixty
-
two
francs
thirty
a
day
.
This
was
in
fact
the
term
that
he
said
he
put
on
employment
forms
after
the
words
"
present
post
"
.
When
,
twenty
-
two
years
earlier
,
having
completed
a
first
degree
but
unable
to
study
further
because
of
lack
of
funds
,
he
had
accepted
this
job
,
he
said
that
he
had
been
led
to
hope
that
it
would
soon
become
a
permanent
appointment
.
It
was
just
a
matter
of
proving
for
a
certain
time
that
he
was
competent
to
deal
with
the
delicate
questions
involved
in
administering
our
town
.
After
that
,
he
had
been
assured
,
he
could
not
fail
to
be
granted
a
post
as
report
-
writer
which
would
give
him
a
comfortable
living
.
It
was
certainly
not
ambition
that
drove
Joseph
Grand
,
he
vouched
for
that
with
a
melancholy
smile
.
But
he
was
much
gladdened
by
the
prospect
of
a
better
life
,
supported
by
honest
means
,
and
as
a
consequence
the
possibility
of
indulging
without
compunction
in
his
favourite
pastimes
.
If
he
accepted
the
offer
that
was
made
to
him
,
it
was
for
honourable
motives
and
one
might
even
say
out
of
fidelity
to
an
ideal
.
