“See, madame, I have brought you back your little boy who had lost himself near the river.”
But Simon flung his arms about his mother's neck and told her, as he again began to cry:
“No, mamma, I wished to drown myself, because the others had beaten me —had beaten me—because I have no papa.”
A burning redness covered the young woman's cheeks; and, hurt to the quick, she embraced her child passionately, while the tears coursed down her face. The man, much moved, stood there, not knowing how to get away.
But Simon suddenly ran to him and said:
“Will you be my papa?”
A deep silence ensued. La Blanchotte, dumb and tortured with shame, leaned herself against the wall, both her hands upon her heart. The child, seeing that no answer was made him, replied:
“If you will not, I shall go back and drown myself.”
The workman took the matter as a jest and answered, laughing:
“Why, yes, certainly I will.”