- •It was still light and the westering sun streamed into the kitchen windows
- •174#Well, what of it?’
- •It’s true he spoke French well, that’s why he had his present job, but it had done
- •It. Her face hard, her eyes hostile, she stood against the wall and watched him.
- •177There was a flush in her cheeks now and her angry eyes were blazing.
- •180#T was true that old Périer had come round. You couldn’t say that he was
- •181#Er back. He stopped his motor–cycle. He knew that the friendliness she
- •It was pitiful. The shock had been terrible, and when a month went by, and
- •Into town. The only cars to be seen were the military cars of the Germans.
- •182#He gave them the address of a midwife in the town and told them to say that
- •183#Nnette gasped. She gained control over herself.
- •184#Eauty is the. Intelligence that shines in his face, his only strength is the
- •If she wanted to, how could she work the farm alone?’
- •I think I should die happy if I could find a way to wound him as he’s wounded
- •187#What have you got against the boy? He took you by force–yes, he was drunk
- •188#Don’t speak of him,’ she cried violently. ‘That would be the last straw.’
- •It; it’s put feelings in my heart that I don’t understand myself.’
- •I’ll make you a good husband, my pretty.’
- •190#They’re not there. She isn’t in her room. The baby’s gone.’
183#Nnette gasped. She gained control over herself.
‘I brought the bottle of champagne to celebrate our engagement,’ said Hans.
‘That’s the bitterest thing of all,’ said Annette, ‘that we were beaten by fools, by
such fools.’
Hans went on speaking in German.
‘I didn’t know I loved you till that day when I found out that you were going
to have a baby. It came like a clap of thunder, but I think I’ve loved you all the
time.’
‘What does he say?’ asked Madame Périer.
‘Nothing of importance.’
He fell back into French. He wanted Annette’s parents to hear what he had to
say.
‘I’d marry you now, only they wouldn’t let me. And don’t think I’m nothing at
all. My father’s well–to–do and we’re well thought of in our commune. I’m the
eldest son and you’d want for nothing.’
‘Are you a Catholic?’ asked Madame Périer.
‘Yes, I’m a Catholic’
‘That’ s something.’
‘It’s pretty, the country where we live and the soil’s good. There’s not better
farming land between Munich and Innsbruck, and it’s our own. My
grandfather bought it after the war of ’70. And we’ve got a car and a radio,
and we’re on the telephone.’
Annette turned to her father.
‘He has all the tact in the world, this gentleman,’ she cried ironically. She eyed
Hans. ‘It would be a nice position for me, the foreigner from the conquered
country with a child born out of wedlock. It offers me a chance of happiness,
doesn’t it? A fine chance.’
Périer, a man of few words, spoke for the first time.
‘No. I don’t deny that it’s a fine gesture you’re making. I went through the last
war and we all did things we wouldn’t have done in peace time. Human nature
is human nature. But now that our son is dead, Annette is all we have. We can’t
let her go.’
‘I thought you might feel that way,’ said Hans, ‘and I’ve got my answer to that.
I’ll stay here.’
Annette gave him a quick look.
‘What do you mean?’ asked Madame Périer.
‘I’ve got another brother. He can stay and help my father. I like this country.
With energy and initiative a man could make a good thing of your farm. When
the war’s over a lot of Germans will be settling here. It’s well known that you
haven’t got enough men in France to work the land you’ve got. A fellow gave us
a lecture the other day at Soissons. He said that a third of the farms were left
uncultivated because there aren’t the men to work them.’
Périer and his wife exchanged glances and Annette saw that they were
wavering. That was what they’d wanted since their son had died, a son–in–law
who was strong and hefty and could take over when they grew too old to do
more than potter about.
‘That changes the case,’ said Madame Périer. ‘It’s a proposition to consider.’
‘Hold your tongue,’ cried Annette roughly. She leant forward and fixed her
burning eyes on the German. ‘I’m engaged to a teacher who worked in the
boys’ school in the town where I taught, we were to be married after the war.
He’s not strong and big like you, or handsome; he’s small and frail. His only