But after this she never saw me going out with grandfather without
fixing upon me that look, the anxiety of which I still feel. By some
ingenious artifice she used to add Louise to our party, or even little
Nicola, who would trot behind us, her seven year old legs finding some
difficulty in keeping up with us. The whole troop would set forth,
grandfather clearly showing his displeasure over the new recruits.
“I don’t propose to drag the whole camp after me,” he would mutter. “I
am not a child’s nurse.”
“Come, come!” Aunt Deen would reply, “such pretty children! You are
only too proud to show yourself in their company.”
None the less I agreed with him that the presence of my sisters spoiled
our walks. One can never talk about anything with women along. They
don’t understand out-of-door things, and they get cross as soon as
one touches upon religion. I was not very far--I who had shown such
fervour at my first communion--from thinking that mother exaggerated
the importance of our having missed that service. I thought myself
free, because I had closed my mind against all teaching except what
came to me from grandfather. Being free, one could do as he pleased.
We were not hindering the others from going to church, and even to the
communion, and vespers into the bargain.
Vacation came and completely interrupted our walks by ourselves. After
vacation school would begin, and I should resume my place among the
little school boys of my own age, without so much as knowing that the
previous three months had quite changed my heart.
BOOK III
I
POLITICS
AFTER my long convalescence I did indeed return to school. It was
an ancient institution in which kindly monks imparted antiquated
instruction. It was possible to work there, when one’s schoolfellows
did not positively put obstacles in the way, but it was easier to
devote oneself to clandestine industries, such as training flies and
cockchafers, drawing caricatures, reading forbidden books, and even
carrying on explorations through the passages. The discipline was no
better than the teaching. Up to this time the idea had never occurred
to me to view as a prison this great building with its numerous doors
and windows where one came and went as one pleased under the paternal
eye of a new porter, entirely absorbed in the care of his flowers and
of a tortoise whose manners he was studying. But I was now new-born to
the sentiment of liberty, and consequently to that of slavery. I made
every effort therefore to discover that I was unhappy.
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