In thinking this, a cold sweat came down the spine …. He recalled, in synthesis of two or three sentences, the dialogue was surprised that night: the Nepomuceno with Mary. Oh! Would it be but the Kings? One was born more … y. .. born in ruin! They were ruined, or were pregnant very soon, it had said the uncle, who knew what to expect!

Bonis had to sit in a chair, bed because his wife did not dare to do so.

– God in the world there is no happiness possible! Tonight, I thought I would be happy image of that inside all of it …. What gives me horrible torment! Ruined my son! And ruined because of me! Yes, yes, I began the work …. And besides, my ineptitude, my ignorance of the most important things in life … the numbers … money … accounts … Prose, I said! The art, the passion! that was the poetry … And now the child is born spoiled me!

Emma moved a little and sighed, as grumbling.

Bonis was a time determined to wake her. That was in a hurry. I wanted to reveal the terrible secret as soon as possible that night. It had to waste a day from the morning were the two that change your life, you had to put the house props, and this is not expected to admit ….

“In the future, less brooding and more action. This is my son. I will be the master, will be the administrator of our goods. And the factory, the factory that do not even know what they do fixed point? There we shall see. Oh, Don Juan, my dear Nepomuceno, the scene will, I know, but I am determined! Come the scene. But all that tomorrow. Now, immediately, the act manly, worthy of a father who belonged to that night, was … Emma wake up, find out everything. “