with the thread, applied his cheeks to the phial to be sure that it was
not too hot, and seized under his left arm the bewildered bundle which
was still crying. "Come! take your supper, creature! Let me suckle you,"
and he put the neck of the bottle to its mouth.

The little infant drank greedily.

He held the phial at the necessary incline, grumbling, "They are all the
same, the cowards! When they have all they want they are silent."

The child had drunk so ravenously, and had seized so eagerly this breast
offered by a cross-grained providence, that she was taken with a fit of
coughing.

"You are going to choke!" growled Ursus. "A fine gobbler this one, too!"

He drew away the sponge which she was sucking, allowed the cough to
subside, and then replaced the phial to her lips, saying, "Suck, you
little wretch!"

In the meantime the boy had laid down his fork. Seeing the infant drink
had made him forget to eat. The moment before, while he ate, the
expression in his face was satisfaction; now it was gratitude. He
watched the infant's renewal of life; the completion of the resurrection
begun by himself filled his eyes with an ineffable brilliancy. Ursus
went on muttering angry words between his teeth. The little boy now and
then lifted towards Ursus his eyes moist with the unspeakable emotion
which the poor little being felt, but was unable to express. Ursus
addressed him furiously.