Daddy Taille had three daughters: Anna, the eldest, who was scarcely ever mentioned in
the family; Rose, the second girl, who was eighteen, and Clara, the youngest, who was a
girl of fifteen.
Old Taille was a widower and a foreman in M. Lebrument's button manufactory. He was
a very upright man, very well thought of, abstemious; in fact, a sort of model workman.
He lived at Havre, in the Rue d'Angouleme.
When Anna ran away from home the old man flew into a fearful rage. He threatened to
kill the head clerk in a large draper's establishment in that town, whom he suspected.
After a time, when he was told by various people that she was very steady and investing
money in government securities, that she was no gadabout, but was a great friend of
Monsieur Dubois, who was a judge of the Tribunal of Commerce, the father was
appeased.
He even showed some anxiety as to how she was getting on, and asked some of her old
friends who had been to see her, and when told that she had her own furniture, and that
her mantelpiece was covered with vases and the walls with pictures, that there were
clocks and carpets everywhere, he gave a broad contented smile. He had been working
for thirty years to get together a wretched five or six thousand francs. This girl was
evidently no fool.
One fine morning the son of Touchard, the cooper, at the other end of the street, came
and asked him for the hand of Rose, the second girl. The old man's heart began to beat,
for the Touchards were rich and in a good position. He was decidedly lucky with his
girls.
The marriage was agreed upon, and it was settled that it should be a grand affair, and the
wedding dinner was to be held at Sainte-Adresse, at Mother Jusa's restaurant. It would
cost a lot certainly, but never mind, it did not matter just for once in a way.
But one morning, just as the old man was going home to luncheon with his two
daughters, the door opened suddenly, and Anna appeared. She was well dressed and
looked undeniably pretty and nice. She threw her arms round her father's neck before he
could say a word, then fell into her sisters' arms with many tears and then asked for a
plate, so that she might share the family soup. Taille was moved to tears in his turn and
said several times:
"That is right, dear, that is right."
Then she told them about herself. She did not wish Rose's wedding to take place at
Sainte-Adresse--certainly not. It should take place at her house and would cost her father
