FOUR years went by. And during those four years Mathieu and Marianne had
two more children, a daughter at the end of the first year and a son at
the expiration of the third. And each time that the family thus
increased, the estate at Chantebled was increased also--on the first
occasion by fifty more acres of rich soil reclaimed among the marshes of
the plateau, and the second time by an extensive expanse of wood and
moorland which the springs were beginning to fertilize. It was the
resistless conquest of life, it was fruitfulness spreading in the
sunlight, it was labor ever incessantly pursuing its work of creation
amid obstacles and suffering, making good all losses, and at each
succeeding hour setting more energy, more health, and more joy in the
veins of the world.
On the day when Mathieu called on Séguin to purchase the wood and
moorland, he lunched with Dr. Boutan, whom he found in an execrable
humor. The doctor had just heard that three of his former patients had
lately passed through the hands of his colleague Gaude, the notorious
surgeon to whose clinic at the Marbeuf Hospital society Paris flocked as
to a theatre. One of these patients was none other than Euphrasie, old
Moineaud's eldest daughter, now married to Auguste Bénard, a mason, and
already the mother of three children. She had doubtless resumed her usual
avocations too soon after the birth of her last child, as often happens
in working-class families where the mother is unable to remain idle. At
all events, she had for some time been ailing, and had finally been
removed to the hospital. Mathieu had for a while employed her young
sister Cécile, now seventeen, as a servant in the house at Chantebled,
but she was of poor health and had returned to Paris, where, curiously
enough, she also entered Doctor Gaude's clinic. And Boutan waxed
indignant at the methods which Gaude employed. The two sisters, the
married woman and the girl, had been discharged as cured, and so far,
this might seem to be the case; but time, in Boutan's opinion, would
bring round some terrible revenges.
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