While she continued whining, to see if she could not extract a few francs
from the distressed girl, it suddenly occurred to Mathieu to carry out
his mission to the very end by driving with her himself to the Foundling
Hospital, so that he might be in a position to inform Beauchêne that the
child had really been deposited there, in his presence. So he told La
Couteau that he would go down with her, take a cab, and bring her back.
"All right; that will suit me. Let us be off! It's a pity to wake the
little one, since he's so sound asleep; but all the same, we must pack
him off, since it's decided."
With her dry hands, which were used to handling goods of this
description, she caught up the child, perhaps, however, a little roughly,
forgetting her assumed wheedling good nature now that she was simply
charged with conveying it to hospital. And the child awoke and began to
scream loudly.
"Ah! dear me, it won't be amusing if he keeps up this music in the cab.
Quick, let us be off."
But Mathieu stopped her. "Won't you kiss him, Norine?" he asked.
At the very first squeal that sorry mother had dipped yet lower under her
sheets, carrying her hands to her ears, distracted as she was by the
sound of those cries. "No, no," she gasped, "take him away; take him away
at once. Don't begin torturing me again!"
Then she closed her eyes, and with one arm repulsed the child who seemed
to be pursuing her. But when she felt that the agent was laying him on
the bed, she suddenly shuddered, sat up, and gave a wild hasty kiss,
which lighted on the little fellow's cap. She had scarcely opened her
tear-dimmed eyes, and could have seen but a vague phantom of that poor
feeble creature, wailing and struggling at the decisive moment when he
was being cast into the unknown.
"You are killing me! Take him away; take him away!"
Once in the cab the child suddenly became silent. Either the jolting of
the vehicle calmed him, or the creaking of the wheels filled him with
emotion. La Couteau, who kept him on her knees, at first remained silent,
as if interested in the people on the footwalks, where the bright sun was
shining. Then, all of a sudden, she began to talk, venting her thoughts
aloud.
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