onel.
M. Gillenormand had his sword and uniform sold to an old-clothes dealer.
The neighbors devastated the garden and pillaged the rare flowers.
The other plants turned to nettles and weeds, and died.
Marius remained only forty-eight hours at Vernon.
After the interment he returned to Paris, and applied himself again to his law studies, with no more thought of his father than if the latter had never lived. In two days the colonel was buried, and in three forgotten.
Marius wore crape on his hat.
That was all.
BOOK THIRD.--THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON
CHAPTER V
THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS, IN ORDER TO BECOME A REVOLUTIONIST
Marius had preserved the religious habits of his childhood. One Sunday, when he went to hear mass at Saint-Sulpice, at that same chapel of the Virgin whither his aunt had led him when a small lad, he placed himself behind a pillar, being more absent-minded and thoughtful than usual on that occasion, and knelt down, without paying any special heed, upon a chair of Utrecht velvet, on the back of which was inscribed this name:
Monsieur Mabeuf, warden.
Mass had hardly begun when an old man presented himself and said to Marius:--
"This is my place, sir."
Marius stepped aside promptly, and the old man took possession of his chair.
The mass concluded, Marius still stood thoughtfully a few paces distant; the old man approached him again and said:--