“Oh, yes, my son!” answered Madame Georges; “it makes one’s heart ache to behold a fellow creature so heavily afflicted. I know not when anything has so completely shocked me as the sight of this deplorable being.”
Scarcely had Madame Georges given utterance to these words than the Schoolmaster started, and his countenance, even despite its cicatrised and disfigured state, became of an ashy paleness. He rose and turned his head in the direction of Madame Georges so suddenly that she could not refrain from faintly screaming, though wholly unsuspicious of who the frightful creature really was; but the Schoolmaster’s ear had readily detected the voice of his wife, and her words told him she was addressing her son.
“Mother!” inquired Germain, “what ails you? Are you ill?”
“Nothing, my son;
