But none occurred; all passed off well.
Madame Desvarennes was as strong physically as she was morally, and proved victorious by bringing into the world a little girl, who was named Michelins in honor of her father.

The mistress's heart was large enough to hold two children; she kept the orphan she had adopted, and brought her up as if she had been her very own.

Still there was soon an enormous difference in her manner of loving Jeanne and Michelins.

This mother had for the long-wished-for child an ardent, mad, passionate love like that of a tigress for her cubs.

She had never loved her husband.
All the tenderness which had accumulated in her heart blossomed, and it was like spring.
This autocrat, who had never allowed contradiction, and before whom all her dependents bowed either with or against the grain, was now led in her turn; the bronze of her character became like wax in the little pink hands of her daughter.