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This
demand
made
an
impression
on
the
mayor
.
It
is
clear
,
he
said
to
himself
,
that
since
Sorel
is
not
beside
himself
with
delight
over
my
proposal
,
as
in
the
ordinary
way
he
ought
to
be
,
he
must
have
had
offers
made
to
him
elsewhere
,
and
whom
could
they
have
come
from
,
if
not
from
Valenod
.
It
was
in
vain
that
M
.
de
Rênal
pressed
Sorel
to
clinch
the
matter
then
and
there
.
The
old
peasant
,
astute
man
that
he
was
,
stubbornly
refused
to
do
so
.
He
wanted
,
he
said
,
to
consult
his
son
,
as
if
in
the
provinces
,
forsooth
,
a
rich
father
consulted
a
penniless
son
for
any
other
reason
than
as
a
mere
matter
of
form
.
A
water
saw
-
mill
consists
of
a
shed
by
the
side
of
a
stream
.
The
roof
is
supported
by
a
framework
resting
on
four
large
timber
pillars
.
A
saw
can
be
seen
going
up
and
down
at
a
height
of
eight
to
ten
feet
in
the
middle
of
the
shed
,
while
a
piece
of
wood
is
propelled
against
this
saw
by
a
very
simple
mechanism
.
It
is
a
wheel
whose
motive
-
power
is
supplied
by
the
stream
,
which
sets
in
motion
this
double
piece
of
mechanism
,
the
mechanism
of
the
saw
which
goes
up
and
down
,
and
the
mechanism
which
gently
pushes
the
piece
of
wood
towards
the
saw
,
which
cuts
it
up
into
planks
.
Approaching
his
workshop
,
Father
Sorel
called
Julien
in
his
stentorian
voice
;
nobody
answered
.
He
only
saw
his
giant
elder
sons
,
who
,
armed
with
heavy
axes
,
were
cutting
up
the
pine
planks
which
they
had
to
carry
to
the
saw
.
They
were
engrossed
in
following
exactly
the
black
mark
traced
on
each
piece
of
wood
,
from
which
every
blow
of
their
axes
threw
off
enormous
shavings
.
They
did
not
hear
their
father
’
s
voice
.
The
latter
made
his
way
towards
the
shed
.
He
entered
it
and
looked
in
vain
for
Julien
in
the
place
where
he
ought
to
have
been
by
the
side
of
the
saw
.
He
saw
him
five
or
six
feet
higher
up
,
sitting
astride
one
of
the
rafters
of
the
roof
.
Instead
of
watching
attentively
the
action
of
the
machinery
,
Julien
was
reading
.
Nothing
was
more
anti
-
pathetic
to
old
Sorel
.
He
might
possibly
have
forgiven
Julien
his
puny
physique
,
ill
adapted
as
it
was
to
manual
labour
,
and
different
as
it
was
from
that
of
his
elder
brothers
;
but
he
hated
this
reading
mania
.
He
could
not
read
himself
.
It
was
in
vain
that
he
called
Julien
two
or
three
times
.
It
was
the
young
man
’
s
concentration
on
his
book
,
rather
than
the
din
made
by
the
saw
,
which
prevented
him
from
hearing
his
father
’
s
terrible
voice
.
At
last
the
latter
,
in
spite
of
his
age
,
jumped
nimbly
on
to
the
tree
that
was
undergoing
the
action
of
the
saw
,
and
from
there
on
to
the
cross
-
bar
that
supported
the
roof
.
A
violent
blow
made
the
book
which
Julien
held
,
go
flying
into
the
stream
;
a
second
blow
on
the
head
,
equally
violent
,
which
took
the
form
of
a
box
on
the
ears
,
made
him
lose
his
balance
.
He
was
on
the
point
of
falling
twelve
or
fifteen
feet
lower
down
into
the
middle
of
the
levers
of
the
running
machinery
which
would
have
cut
him
to
pieces
,
but
his
father
caught
him
as
he
fell
,
in
his
left
hand
.
"
So
that
’
s
it
,
is
it
,
lazy
bones
!
always
going
to
read
your
damned
books
are
you
,
when
you
’
re
keeping
watch
on
the
saw
?
You
read
them
in
the
evening
if
you
want
to
,
when
you
go
to
play
the
fool
at
the
curé
’
s
,
that
’
s
the
proper
time
.
"
Although
stunned
by
the
force
of
the
blow
and
bleeding
profusely
,
Julien
went
back
to
his
official
post
by
the
side
of
the
saw
.
He
had
tears
in
his
eyes
,
less
by
reason
of
the
physical
pain
than
on
account
of
the
loss
of
his
beloved
book
.
"
Get
down
,
you
beast
,
when
I
am
talking
to
you
,
"
the
noise
of
the
machinery
prevented
Julien
from
hearing
this
order
.
His
father
,
who
had
gone
down
did
not
wish
to
give
himself
the
trouble
of
climbing
up
on
to
the
machinery
again
,
and
went
to
fetch
a
long
fork
used
for
bringing
down
nuts
,
with
which
he
struck
him
on
the
shoulder
.
Julien
had
scarcely
reached
the
ground
,
when
old
Sorel
chased
him
roughly
in
front
of
him
and
pushed
him
roughly
towards
the
house
.
"
God
knows
what
he
is
going
to
do
with
me
,
"
said
the
young
man
to
himself
.
As
he
passed
,
he
looked
sorrowfully
into
the
stream
into
which
his
book
had
fallen
,
it
was
the
one
that
he
held
dearest
of
all
,
the
Memorial
of
St
.
Helena
.
