Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction; War stories
Meantime Maurice had resumed his conversation with his brother-in-law
Weiss and his cousin Honoré Fouchard, the quartermaster-sergeant.
Retreat, commencing in the remote distance, then gradually swelling in
volume as it drew near with its blare and rattle, reached them, passed
them, and died away in the solemn stillness of the twilight; they
seemed to be quite unconscious of it. The young man was grandson to a
hero of the Grand Army, and had first seen the light at Chêne-Populeux,
where his father, not caring to tread the path of glory, had held an
ill-paid position as collector of taxes. His mother, a peasant, had
died in giving him birth, him and his twin sister Henriette, who at an
early age had become a second mother to him, and that he was now what
he was, a private in the ranks, was owing entirely to his own
imprudence, the headlong dissipation of a weak and enthusiastic nature,
his money squandered and his substance wasted on women, cards, the
thousand follies of the all-devouring minotaur, Paris, when he had
concluded his law studies there and his relatives had impoverished
themselves to make a gentleman of him. His conduct had brought his
father to the grave; his sister, when he had stripped her of her little
all, had been so fortunate as to find a husband in that excellent young
fellow Weiss, who had long held the position of accountant in the great
sugar refinery at Chêne-Populeux, and was now foreman for M.
Delaherche, one of the chief cloth manufacturers of Sedan. And Maurice,
always cheered and encouraged when he saw a prospect of amendment in
himself, and equally disheartened when his good resolves failed him and
he relapsed, generous and enthusiastic but without steadiness of
purpose, a weathercock that shifted with every varying breath of
impulse, now believed that experience had done its work and taught him
the error of his ways. He was a small, light-complexioned man, with a
high, well-developed forehead, small nose, and retreating chin, and a
pair of attractive gray eyes in a face that indicated intelligence;
there were times when his mind seemed to lack balance.
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