Mademoiselle Source had adopted this boy under very sad circumstances. She was at the
time thirty-six years old. Being disfigured through having as a child slipped off her
nurse's lap into the fireplace and burned her face shockingly, she had determined not to
marry, for she did not want any man to marry her for her money.
A neighbor of hers, left a widow just before her child was born, died in giving birth,
without leaving a sou. Mademoiselle Source took the new- born child, put him out to
nurse, reared him, sent him to a boarding- school, then brought him home in his
fourteenth year, in order to have in her empty house somebody who would love her, who
would look after her, and make her old age pleasant.
She had a little country place four leagues from Rennes, and she now dispensed with a
servant; her expenses having increased to more than double since this orphan's arrival,
her income of three thousand francs was no longer sufficient to support three persons.
She attended to the housekeeping and cooking herself, and sent out the boy on errands,
letting him also occupy himself in cultivating the garden. He was gentle, timid, silent, and
affectionate. And she experienced a deep happiness, a fresh happiness when he kissed her
without surprise or horror at her disfigurement. He called her "Aunt," and treated her as a
mother.
In the evening they both sat down at the fireside, and she made nice little dainties for
him. She heated some wine and toasted a slice of bread, and it made a charming little
meal before going to bed. She often took him on her knees and covered him with kisses,
murmuring tender words in his ear. She called him: "My little flower, my cherub, my
adored angel, my divine jewel." He softly accepted her caresses, hiding his head on the
old maid's shoulder. Although he was now nearly fifteen, he had remained small and
weak, and had a rather sickly appearance.
Sometimes Mademoiselle Source took him to the city, to see two married female relatives
of hers, distant cousins, who were living in the suburbs, and who were the only members
of her family in existence. The two women had always found fault with her, for having
adopted this boy, on account of the inheritance; but for all that, they gave her a cordial
welcome, having still hopes of getting a share for themselves, a third, no doubt, if what
she possessed were only equally divided.
She was happy, very happy, always occupied with her adopted child. She bought books
for him to improve his mind, and he became passionately fond of reading.
He no longer climbed on her knee to pet her as he had formerly done; but, instead, would
go and sit down in his little chair in the chimney-corner and open a volume. The lamp
placed at the edge of the Tittle table above his head shone on his curly hair, and on a
