expression of his ideas concerning the vices of the system and the reforms necessary; and his thoughts evolved devoid of order and moderation.
Misfortune was rendering him unjust. He was taking his revenge on those who did not wish him ill and sometimes on those who were weaker than he. One day he boxed Alphonse, the wine-seller's little boy, on the ear, because he had asked him what it was like to be sent away. Crainquebille struck him and said:
"Dirty brat! it's your father who ought to be sent away instead of growing rich by selling poison."
A deed and a speech which did him no honour; for, as the chestnut-seller justly remarked, one ought not to strike a child, neither should one reproach him with a father whom he has not chosen.
Crainquebille began to drink. The less money he earned the more brandy he drank. Formerly frugal and sober he himself marvelled at the change.
"I never used to be a waster," he said. "I suppose one doesn't improve as one grows old."
Sometimes he severely blamed himself for his misconduct and his laziness:
"Crainquebille, old chap, you ain't good for anything but liftin' your glass."