the　field　of　battle　in　an　hour　or　two　merely　because　they　had
  swallowed　a　little　brandy。〃
  Martin　Guerre　grew　pale；　and　began　a　conversation　with　the　pretty
  Rose；　his　neighbour。　　Bertrande　observed　this；　but　without
  uneasiness；　she　had　suffered　too　much　from　her　former　suspicions；
  besides　her　husband　showed　her　so　much　affection　that　she　was　now
  quite　happy。
  When　the　first　few　days　were　over；　Martin　began　to　look　into　his
  affairs。　　His　property　had　suffered　by　his　long　absence；　and　he　was
  obliged　to　go　to　Biscay　to　claim　his　little　estate　there；　the　law
  having　already　laid　hands　upon　it。　　It　was　several　months　before；　by
  dint　of　making　judicious　sacrifices；　he　could　regain　possession　of
  the　house　and　fields　which　had　belonged　to　his　father。　　This　at　last
  accomplished；　he　returned　to　Artigues；　in　order　to　resume　the
  management　of　his　wife's　property；　and　with　this　end　in　view；　about
  eleven　months　after　his　return；　he　paid　a　visit　to　his　uncle　Pierre。
  Pierre　was　expecting　him；　he　was　extremely　polite；　desired　Martin　；
  to　sit　down；　overwhelmed　him　with　compliments；　knitting　his　brows　as
  he　discovered　that　his　nephew　decidedly　meant　business。　　Martin　broke
  silence。
  〃Uncle；〃　he　said；　〃I　come　to　thank　you　for　the　care　you　have　taken　of
  my　wife's　property；　she　could　never　have　managed　it　alone。　　You　have
  received　the　income　in　the　family　interest：　as　a　good　guardian；　I
  expected　no　less　from　your　affection。　　But　now　that　I　have　returned；
  and　am　free　from　other　cares；　we　will　go　over　the　accounts；　if　you
  please。〃
  His　uncle　coughed　and　cleared　his　voice　before　replying；　then　said
  slowly；　as　if　counting　his　words
  〃It　is　all　accounted　for；　my　dear　nephew；　Heaven　be　praised！　　I　don't
  owe　you　anything。〃
  〃What！〃　exclaimed　the　astonished　Martin；　〃but　the　whole　income？〃
  〃Was　well　and　properly　employed　in　the　maintenance　of　your　wife　and
  child。〃
  〃What！　　a　thousand　livres　for　that？　　And　Bertrande　lived　alone；　so
  quietly　and　simply！　　Nonsense！　it　is　impossible。〃
  〃Any　surplus；〃　resumed　the　old　man；　quite　unmoved；〃　any　surplus
  went　to　pay　the　expenses　of　seed…time　and　harvest。〃
  〃What！　at　a　time　when　labour　costs　next　to　nothing？〃
  〃Here　is　the　account；〃　said　Pierre。
  〃Then　the　account　is　a　false　one；〃　returned　his　nephew。
  Pierre　thought　it　advisable　to　appear　extremely　offended　and　angry；
  and　Martin；　exasperated　at　his　evident　dishonesty；　took　still　higher
  ground；　and　threatened　to　bring　an　action　against　him。　　Pierre
  ordered　him　to　leave　the　house；　and　suiting　actions　to　words；　took
  hold　of　his　arm　to　enforce　his　departure。　　Martin；　furious；　turned
  and　raised　his　fist　to　strike。
  〃What！　strike　your　uncle；　wretched　boy！〃　exclaimed　the　old　man。
  Martin's　hand　dropped；　but　he　left　the　house　uttering　reproaches　and
  insults；　among　which　Pierre　distinguished
  〃Cheat　that　you　are！〃
  〃That　is　a　word　I　shall　remember；〃　cried　the　angry　old　man；　slamming
  his　door　violently。
  Martin　brought　an　action　before　the　judge　at　Rieux；　and　in　course　of
  time　obtained　a　decree；　which；　reviewing　the　accounts　presented　by
  Pierre；　disallowed　them；　and　condemned　the　dishonest　guardian　to　pay
  his　nephew　four　hundred　livres　for　each　year　of　his　administration。
  The　day　on　which　this　sum　had　to　be　disbursed　from　his　strong　box　the
  old　usurer　vowed　vengeance；　but　until　he　could　gratify　his　hatred　he
  was　forced　to　conceal　it；　and　to　receive　attempts　at　reconciliation
  with　a　friendly　smile。　　It　was　not　until　six　months　later；　on　the
  occasion　of　a　joyous　festivity；　that　Martin　again　set　foot　in　his
  uncle's　house。　　The　bells　were　ringing　for　the　birth　of　a　child；
  there　was　great　gaiety　at　Bertrande's　house；　where　all　the　guests
  were　waiting　on　the　threshold　for　the　godfather　in　order　to　take　the
  infant　to　church；　and　when　Martin　appeared；　escorting　his　uncle；　who
  was　adorned　with　a　huge　bouquet　for　the　occasion；　and　who　now　came
  forward　and　took　the　hand　of　Rose；　the　pretty　godmother；　there　were
  cries　of　joy　on　all　sides。　　Bertrande　was　delighted　at　this
  reconciliation；　and　dreamed　only　of　happiness。　　She　was　so　happy　now；
  her　long　sorrow　was　atoned　for；　her　regret　was　at　an　end；　her　prayers
  seemed　to　have　been　heard；　the　long　interval　between　the　former
  delights　and　the　present　seemed　wiped　out　as　if　the　bond　of　union　had
  never　been　broken；　and　if　she　remembered　her　grief　at　all；　it　was
  only　to　intensify　the　new　joys　by　comparison。　　She　loved　her　husband
  more　than　ever；　he　was　full　of　affection　for　her；　and　she　was
  grateful　for　his　love。　　The　past　had　now　no　shadow；　the　future　no
  cloud；　and　the　birth　of　a　daughter；　drawing　still　closer　the　links
  which　united　them；　seemed　a　new　pledge　of　felicity。　　Alas！　the
  horizon　which　appeared　so　bright　and　clear　to　the　poor　woman　was
  doomed　soon　again　to　be　overcast。
  The　very　evening　of　the　christening　party；　a　band　of　musicians　and
  jugglers　happened　to　pass　through　the　village；　and　the　inhabitants
  showed　themselves　liberal。　　Pierre　asked　questions；　and　found　that
  the　leader　of　the　band　was　a　Spaniard。　　He　invited　the　man　to　his　own
  house；　and　remained　closeted　with　him　for　nearly　an　hour；　dismissing
  him　at　length　with　a　refilled　purse。　　Two　days　later　the　old　man
  announced　to　the　family　that　he　was　going　to　Picardy　to　see　a　former
  partner　on　a　matter　of　business；　and　he　departed　accordingly；　saying
  he　should　return　before　long。
  The　day　on　which　Bertrande　again　saw　her　uncle　was；　indeed；　a
  terrible　one。　　She　was　sitting　by　the　cradle　of　the　lately…born
  infant；　watching　for　its　awakening；　when　the　door　opened；　and　Pierre
  Guerre　strode　in。　　Bertrande　drew　back　with　an　instinct　of　terror　as
  soon　as　she　saw　him；　for　his　expression　was　at　once　wicked　and
  joyfulan　expression　of　gratified　hate；　of　mingled　rage　and　triumph；
  and　his　smile　was　terrible　to　behold。　　She　did　not　venture　to　speak；
  but　motioned　him　to　a　seat。　　He　came　straight　up　to　her；　and　raising
  his　head；　said　loudly
  〃Kneel　down　at　once；　madamekneel　down；　and　ask　pardon　from　Almighty
  God！〃
  〃Are　you　mad；　Pierre？〃　she　replied；　gazing　at　him　in　astonishment。
  〃You；　at　least；　ought　to　know　that　I　am　not。〃
  〃Pray　for　forgivenessI！　and　what　for；　in　Heaven's　name？〃
  〃For　the　crime　in　which　you　are　an　accomplice。〃
  〃Please　explain　yourself。〃
  〃Oh！〃　said　Pierre；　with　bitter　irony；　〃a　woman　always　thinks　herself
  innocent　as　long　as　her　sin　is　hidden；　she　thinks　the　truth　will
  never　be　known；　and　her　conscience　goes　quietly　to　sleep；　forgetting
  her　faults。　　Here　is　a　woman　who　thought　her　sins　nicely　concealed；
  chance　favoured　her：　an　absent　husband；　probably　no　more；　another　man
  so　exactly　like　him　in　height；　face；　and　manner　that　everyone　else　is
  deceived！　　Is　it　strange　that　a　weak；　sensitive　woman；　wearied　of
  widowhood；　should　willingly　allow　herself　to　be　imposed　on？〃
  Bertrande　listened　without　understanding；　she　tried　to　interrupt；　but
  Pierre　went　on
  〃It　was　easy　to　accept　this　stranger　without　having　to　blush　for　it；
  easy　to　give　him　the　name　and　the　rights　of　a　husband！　　She　could
  even　appear　faithful　while　really　guilty；　she　could　seem　constant；
  though　really　fickle；　and　she　could；　under　a　veil　of　mystery；　at　once
  reconcile　her　honour；　her　dutyperhaps　even　her　love。〃
  〃What　on　earth　do　you　mean？〃　cried　Bertrande；　wringing　her　hands　in
  terror。
  〃That　you　are　countenancing　an　impostor　who　is　not　your　husband。〃
  Feeling　as　if　the　ground　were　passing　from　beneath　her；　Bertrande
  staggered；　and　caught　at　the　nearest　piece　of　furniture　to　save
  herself　from　falling；　then；　collecting　all　her　strength　to　meet　this
  extraordinary　attack；　she　faced　the　old　man。
  〃What！　my　husband；　your　nephew；　an　impostor！〃
  〃Don't　you　know　it？〃
  〃I！！〃
  This　cry；　which　came　from　her　heart；　convinced　Pierre　that　she　did
  not　know；　and　that　she　had　sustained　a　terrible　shock。　　He　continued
  more　quietly
  〃What；　Bertrande；　is　it　possible　you　were　really　deceived？〃
  〃Pierre；　you　are　killing　me；　your　words　are　torture。　　No　more
  mystery；　I　entreat。　　What　do　you　know？　　What　do　you　suspect？　　Tell　me
  plainly　at　once。〃
  〃Have　you　courage　to　hear　it？〃
  〃I　must；〃　said　the　trembling　woman。
  〃God　is　my　witness　that　I　would　willingly　have　kept　it　from　you；　but
  you　must　know；　if　only　for　the　safety　of　your　soul　entangled　in　so
  deadly　a　snare；。。。　　there　is　yet　time；　if　you　follow　my　advice。
  Listen：　the　man　with　whom　you　are　living；　who　dares　to　call　himself
  Martin　Guerre；　is　a　cheat；　an　impostor〃
  〃How　dare　you　say　so？〃
  〃Because　I　have　discovered　it。　　Yes；　I　had　always　a　vague　suspicion；
  an　uneasy　feeling；　and　in　spite　of　the　marvellous　resemblance　I　could
  never　feel　as　if　he　were　really　my　sister's　child。　　The　day　he　raised
  his　hand　to　strike　meyes；　that　day　I　condemned　him　utterly。。。。
  Chance　has　justified　me！　　A　wandering　Spaniard；　an　old　soldier；　who
  spent