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"
I
,
too
,
should
be
sorry
enough
to
lose
mine
,
"
answered
the
good
curé
,
with
increasing
emotion
in
his
voice
.
"
What
a
difference
!
"
answered
the
jailer
keenly
.
"
As
for
you
,
M
.
le
curé
,
we
all
know
that
you
have
eight
hundred
francs
a
year
,
good
solid
money
.
"
Such
were
the
facts
which
,
commented
upon
and
exaggerated
in
twenty
different
ways
,
had
been
agitating
for
the
last
two
days
all
the
odious
passions
of
the
little
town
of
Verrières
.
At
the
present
time
they
served
as
the
text
for
the
little
discussion
which
M
.
de
Rênal
was
having
with
his
wife
.
He
had
visited
the
curé
earlier
in
the
morning
accompanied
by
M
.
Valenod
,
the
director
of
the
workhouse
,
in
order
to
convey
their
most
emphatic
displeasure
.
M
.
Chélan
had
no
protector
,
and
felt
all
the
weight
of
their
words
.
"
Well
,
gentlemen
,
I
shall
be
the
third
curé
of
eighty
years
of
age
who
has
been
turned
out
in
this
district
.
I
have
been
here
for
fifty
-
six
years
.
I
have
baptized
nearly
all
the
inhabitants
of
the
town
,
which
was
only
a
hamlet
when
I
came
to
it
.
Every
day
I
marry
young
people
whose
grandparents
I
have
married
in
days
gone
by
.
Verrières
is
my
family
,
but
I
said
to
myself
when
I
saw
the
stranger
,
’
This
man
from
Paris
may
as
a
matter
of
fact
be
a
Liberal
,
there
are
only
too
many
of
them
about
,
but
what
harm
can
he
do
to
our
poor
and
to
our
prisoners
?
’
"
The
reproaches
of
M
.
de
Rênal
,
and
above
all
,
those
of
M
.
Valenod
,
the
director
of
the
workhouse
,
became
more
and
more
animated
.
"
Well
,
gentlemen
,
turn
me
out
then
,
"
the
old
curé
exclaimed
in
a
trembling
voice
;
"
I
shall
still
continue
to
live
in
the
district
.
As
you
know
,
I
inherited
forty
-
eight
years
ago
a
piece
of
land
that
brings
in
eight
hundred
francs
a
year
;
I
shall
live
on
that
income
.
I
do
not
save
anything
out
of
my
living
,
gentlemen
;
and
that
is
perhaps
why
,
when
you
talk
to
me
about
it
,
I
am
not
particularly
frightened
.
"
M
.
de
Rênal
always
got
on
very
well
with
his
wife
,
but
he
did
not
know
what
to
answer
when
she
timidly
repeated
the
phrase
of
M
.
le
curé
,
"
What
harm
can
this
Paris
gentleman
do
the
prisoners
?
"
He
was
on
the
point
of
quite
losing
his
temper
when
she
gave
a
cry
.
Her
second
son
had
mounted
the
parapet
of
the
terrace
wall
and
was
running
along
it
,
although
the
wall
was
raised
to
a
height
of
more
than
twenty
feet
above
the
vineyard
on
the
other
side
.
The
fear
of
frightening
her
son
and
making
him
fall
prevented
Madame
de
Rênal
speaking
to
him
.
But
at
last
the
child
,
who
was
smiling
at
his
own
pluck
,
looked
at
his
mother
,
saw
her
pallor
,
jumped
down
on
to
the
walk
and
ran
to
her
.
He
was
well
scolded
.
This
little
event
changed
the
course
of
the
conversation
.
