The doctor had oftensmiled at his emotions which had struck him as rather silly, now heplainly saw that this sentimental soul could never, never have been thefriend of his father, who was so matter-of-fact, so narrow, so heavy, towhom the word "Poetry" meant idiocy.
Le docteur avait souvent souri de ces attendrissements,qu'il jugeait un peu niais. Aujourd'hui il comprenait que cet hommesentimental n'avait jamais pu, jamais, être l'ami de son père, de sonpère si positif, si terre à terre, si lourd, pour qui le mot «poésie»signifiait sottise.