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Both
the
old
man
and
his
wife
were
struck
dumb
with
astonishment
;
the
latter
recovered
her
self-possession
first
and
asked
:
"
Is
it
you
,
son
?
"
The
young
man
replied
:
"
Yes
,
it
is
I
,
Mother
Duroy
,
"
and
approaching
her
,
he
kissed
her
upon
both
cheeks
and
said
:
"
This
is
my
wife
.
"
The
two
rustics
stared
at
Madeleine
as
if
she
were
a
curiosity
,
with
anxious
fear
,
combined
with
a
sort
of
satisfied
approbation
on
the
part
of
the
father
and
of
jealous
enmity
on
that
of
the
mother
.
M.
Duroy
,
senior
,
who
was
naturally
jocose
,
made
so
bold
as
to
ask
with
a
twinkle
in
his
eye
:
"
May
I
kiss
you
too
?
"
His
son
uttered
an
exclamation
and
Madeleine
offered
her
cheek
to
the
old
peasant
;
who
afterward
wiped
his
lips
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
The
old
woman
,
in
her
turn
,
kissed
her
daughter-in-law
with
hostile
reserve
.
Her
ideal
was
a
stout
,
rosy
,
country
lass
,
as
red
as
an
apple
and
as
round
.
The
carriage
preceded
them
with
the
luggage
.
The
old
man
took
his
son
's
arm
and
asked
him
:
"
How
are
you
getting
on
?
"
"
Very
well
.
"
"
That
is
right
.
Tell
me
,
has
your
wife
any
means
?
"
Georges
replied
:
"
Forty
thousand
francs
.
"
His
father
whistled
softly
and
muttered
:
"
Whew
!
"
Then
he
added
:
"
She
is
a
handsome
woman
.
"
He
admired
his
son
's
wife
,
and
in
his
day
had
considered
himself
a
connoisseur
.
