"What!" resumed Camille, "you don't recognise Laurent, little Laurent, the son of daddy Laurent who owns those beautiful fields of corn out Jeufosse way. Don't you remember? I went to school with him; he came to fetch me of a morning on leaving the house of his uncle, who was our neighbour, and you used to give him slices of bread and jam."
—Comment! reprit Camille, tu ne reconnais pas Laurent, le petit Laurent, le fils du père Laurent qui a de si beaux champs de blé du côté de Jeufosse?… Tu ne te rappelles pas?… J'allais à l'école avec lui; il venait me chercher le matin, en sortant de chez son oncle qui était notre voisin, et tu lui donnais des tartines de confiture.