His elder brother, not knowing what to do with him, took him also to his uncle's.

The latter made a wry face on beholding the child; he had no intention of carrying his compensation so far as to feed a useless mouth.

Thus Silvere, to whom Felicite also took a dislike, was growing up in tears, like an unfortunate little outcast, when his grandmother Adelaide, during one of the rare visits she paid the Rougons, took pity on him, and expressed a wish to have him with her.

Pierre was delighted; he let the child go, without even suggesting an increase of the paltry allowance that he made Adelaide, and which henceforward would have to suffice for two.
Adelaide was then nearly seventy-five years of age.

Grown old while leading a cloistered existence, she was no longer the lanky ardent girl who formerly ran to embrace the smuggler Macquart.