Produced by Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images available at The Internet Archive) [Illustration: image of the book's cover] THE SEVEN CARDINAL SINS ENVY AND INDOLENCE [Illustration: frontispiece] The Dagobert Edition THE SEVEN CARDINAL SINS _In Five Volumes_ By Eugene Sue INDOLENCE--ENVY Illustrated [Illustration: colophon] New York and Boston H. M. Caldwell Company Publishers _Copyright, 1899_ BY FRANCIS A. NICCOLLS & CO. FREDERICK BASTIEN LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. ENVY. PAGE "'WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?'" _Frontispiece_ "THE PROCESSION BEGAN" 70 "HE BROUGHT HIS GUN TO HIS SHOULDER" 118 "SEIZING THE PROW OF THE LITTLE BOAT" 230 "SHE SAW HER HUSBAND" 321 INDOLENCE. "'HERE IS THE LETTER; READ IT, MONSIEUR'" 292 "FLORENCE WAS SLUMBERING IN GRACEFUL ABANDON" 370 ENVY. CHAPTER I. In the year 1828 any tourist who was on his way from Blois to the little town of Pont Brillant to visit--as travellers seldom fail to do--the famous castle of that name, the magnificent feudal abode of the Marquises Pont Brillant, would have been obliged to pass a farmhouse standing near the edge of the road, about two miles from the château. If this lonely dwelling attracted the attention of the traveller, he would have been almost certain to have regarded it with mingled melancholy and disgust as one of the too numerous specimens of hideous rural architecture in France, even when these habitations belong to persons possessed of a competence. This establishment consisted of a large barn and storehouse, with two long wings in the rear. The interior of the sort of parallelogram thus formed served as a courtyard, and was filled with piles of manure rotting in pools of stagnant water, for cow, horse, and sheep stables all opened into this enclosure, where all sorts of domestic animals, from poultry to hogs, were scratching and rooting. One of the wings in the rear served as the abode of the family. It was a story and a half high, and had no outlook save this loathsome courtyard, with the dirty, worm-eaten doors of the cow-stable for a horizon. On the other side of the structure, where no window pierced the wall, stood a superb grove of century-old oaks, a couple of acres in extent, through which flowed a beautiful stream that served as an outlet for several distant lakes. But this grove, in spite of its beauty, had become well-nigh a desert on account of the large amount of gravel that had been deposited there, and the thick growth of rushes and thistles that covered it; besides, the stream, for want of cleaning out and of a sufficient fall, was becoming turbid and stagnant.