"Myfatherwasswellingouthischestinthebreeze,beneathhisfrockcoat,whichhadthatmorningbeenverycarefullycleaned;andhesreadaroundhimthatodorofbenzinewhichalwaysmademerecognizeSunday。Suddenlyhenoticedtwoelegantlydressedladiestowhomtwogentlemenwereofferingoysters。Anold,raggedsailorwasoeningthemwithhisknifeandassingthemtothegentlemen,whowouldthenofferthemtotheladies。Theyatetheminadaintymanner,holdingtheshellonafinehandkerchiefandadvancingtheirmouthsalittleinordernottosottheirdresses。Thentheywoulddrinktheliquidwitharaidlittlemotionandthrowtheshelloverboard。
"Myfatherwasrobablyleasedwiththisdelicatemannerofeatingoystersonamovingshi。Heconsidereditgoodform,refined,and,goingutomymotherandsisters,heasked:
"‘Wouldyoulikemetoofferyousomeoysters?’
"Mymotherhesitatedonaccountoftheexense,butmytwosistersimmediatelyacceted。Mymothersaidinarovokedmanner:
"Iamafraidthattheywillhurtmystomach。Offerthechildrensome,butnottoomuch,itwouldmakethemsick。&aos;Then,turningtowardme,sheadded:
"‘AsforJoseh,hedoesn&aos;tneedany。Boysshouldn&aos;tbesoiled。’
"However,Iremainedbesidemymother,findingthisdiscriminationunjust。Iwatchedmyfatherasheomouslyconductedmytwosistersandhisson-in-lawtowardtheraggedoldsailor。
"Thetwoladieshadjustleft,andmyfathershowedmysistershowtoeatthemwithoutsillingtheliquor。Heeventriedtogivethemanexamle,andseizedanoyster。Heattemtedtoimitatetheladies,andimmediatelysilledalltheliquidoverhiscoat。Iheardmymothermutter:
"‘Hewoulddofarbettertokeequiet。’
"But,suddenly,myfatheraearedtobeworried;heretreatedafewstes,staredathisfamilygatheredaroundtheoldshelloener,andquicklycametowardus。Heseemedveryale,withaeculiarlook。Inalowvoicehesaidtomymother:
"‘It&aos;sextraordinaryhowthatmanoeningtheoysterslookslikeJules。’
"Astonished,mymotherasked:
"‘WhatJules?’
"Myfathercontinued:
"Why,mybrother。IfIdidnotknowthathewaswelloffinAmerica,Ishouldthinkitwashe。&aos;
"Bewildered,mymotherstammered:
"‘Youarecrazy!Aslongasyouknowthatitisnothe,whydoyousaysuchfoolishthings?’
"Butmyfatherinsisted:
"‘Goonoverandsee,Clarisse!Iwouldratherhaveyouseewithyourowneyes。’
"Shearoseandwalkedtoherdaughters。I,too,waswatchingtheman。Hewasold,dirty,wrinkled,anddidnotlifthiseyesfromhiswork。
"Mymotherreturned。Inoticedthatshewastrembling。Sheexclaimedquickly:
"‘Ibelievethatitishe。Whydon&aos;tyouaskthecatain?Butbeverycarefulthatwedon&aos;thavethisrogueonourhandsagain!’
"Myfatherwalkedaway,butIfollowedhim。Ifeltstrangelymoved。
"Thecatain,atall,thinman,withblondwhiskers,waswalkingalongthebridgewithanimortantairasifhewerecommandingtheIndianmailsteamer。
"Myfatheraddressedhimceremoniously,andquestionedhimabouthisrofession,addingmanycomliments:
"‘WhatmightbetheimortanceofJersey?Whatdiditroduce?Whatwastheoulation?Thecustoms?Thenatureofthesoil?&aos;etc。,etc。。’
"‘Youhavethereanoldshelloenerwhoseemsquiteinteresting。Doyouknowanythingabouthim?’
"Thecatain,whomthisconversationbegantoweary,answereddryly:
"‘HeissomeoldFrenchtramwhomIfoundlastyearinAmerica,andIbroughthimback。ItseemsthathehassomerelativesinHavre,butthathedoesn&aos;twishtoreturntothembecauseheowesthemmoney。HisnameisJules-JulesDarmancheorDavrancheorsomethinglikethat。Itseemsthathewasoncerichoverthere,butyoucanseewhat&aos;sleftofhimnow。’
"Myfatherturnedashyaleandmuttered,histhroatcontracted,hiseyeshaggard。
"‘Ah!ah!verywell,verywell。I&aos;mnotintheleastsurrised。Thankyouverymuch,catain。’