Perhaps she recognised in him a faint resemblance to Macquart the poacher.
Silvere grew up, ever tete-a-tete with Adelaide.

With childish cajolery he used to call her aunt Dide, a name which ultimately clung to the old woman; the word "aunt" employed in this way is simply a term of endearment in Provence.

The child entertained singular affection, not unmixed with respectful terror, for his grandmother.

During her nervous fits, when he was quite a little boy, he ran away from her, crying, terrified by her disfigured countenance; and he came back very timidly after the attack, ready to run away again, as though the old woman were disposed to beat him.

Later on, however, when he was twelve years old, he would stop there bravely and watch in order that she might not hurt herself by falling off the bed.