"As you are here, I will give you some," she said, going into the house, and almost immediately the child came out and brought two chairs, which she placed under an apple tree, and then the mother, in turn brought out two bowls of foaming milk, which she gave to the visitors. She did not return to the house, however, but remained standing near them, as if to watch them and to find out for what purpose they had come there. "You have come from Fécamp?" she said. "Yes," Monsieur d'Apreval replied, "we are staying at Fécamp for the summer." And then, after a short silence he continued: "Have you any fowls you could sell us every week?" The woman hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Yes, I think I have. I suppose you want young ones?" "Yes, of course." "What do you pay for them in the market?" D'Apreval, who had not the least idea, turned to his companion: "What are you paying for poultry in Fécamp, my dear lady?" "Four francs and four francs fifty centimes," she said, her eyes full of tears, while the farmer's wife, who was looking at her askance, asked in much surprise: "Is the lady ill, as she is crying?" He did not know what to say, and replied with some hesitation: "No--no--but she lost her watch as we came along, a very handsome watch, and that troubles her. If anybody should find it, please let us know." Mother Benedict did not reply, as she thought it a very equivocal sort of answer, but suddenly she exclaimed: "Oh, here is my husband!" She was the only one who had seen him, as she was facing the gate. D'Apreval started and Madame de Cadour nearly fell as she turned round suddenly on her chair. A man bent nearly double, and out of breath, stood there, ten yards from them, dragging a cow at the end of a rope. Without taking any notice of the visitors, he said: "Confound it! What a brute!" And he went past them and disappeared in the cow house. Her tears had dried quickly as she sat there startled, without a word and with the one thought in her mind, that this was her son, and D'Apreval, whom the same thought had struck very unpleasantly, said in an agitated voice: "Is this Monsieur Benedict?" "Who told you his name?" the wife asked, still rather suspiciously. "The blacksmith at the corner of the highroad," he replied, and then they were all silent, with their eyes fixed on the door of the cow house, which formed a sort of black hole in the wall of the building. Nothing could be seen inside, but they heard a vague noise, movements and footsteps and the sound of hoofs, which were deadened by the straw on the floor, and soon the man reappeared in the door, wiping his forehead, and came toward the house with long, slow strides. He passed the strangers without seeming to notice them and said to his wife: "Go and draw me a jug of cider; I am very thirsty." Then he went back into the house, while his wife went into the cellar and left the two Parisians alone.