S. Maugham

The Unconquered *

The events take place in France during World War II. Hans, a German soldier, rapes a French girl, Annette. Filled with remorse, he visits the girl regularly and brings to her stockings, ham, cheese, sugar, coffee...

Finally he falls in love with her. But she remains hostile and never speaks with him. When Hans learns that Annette is pregnant, he decides to marry her. Annette refuses him. She doesn’t want to have a baby: it will be a reproach to her as long as she lives.

It was now March. There was a bustle of activity in the garrison at Soissons. There were inspections and there was intensive training. Rumour was rife. There was no doubt they were going somewhere, but the rank and file could only guess where. Some thought they were being got ready at last for the invasion of England, others were of opinion that they would be sent to the Balkans, and others again talked of the Ukraine. Hans was kept busy. It was not till the second Sunday afternoon that he was able to get out to the farm. It was a cold grey day, with sleet that looked as though it might turn to snow falling in sudden windy flurries. The country was grim and cheerless.

«You!» cried Madame Perier when he went in. «We thought you were dead.»

«I couldn't come before. We're off any day now. We don’t know when.»

«The baby was born this morning. It's a boy.»

Hans's heart gave a great leap in his breast. He hung his arms round the old woman and kissed her on both cheeks.

«A Sunday child, he ought to be lucky. Let's open the bottle of champagne. How's Annette?»

«She's as well as can be expected. She had a very easy time. She began to have pains last night and by five o'clock this morning it was all over.»

Old Perier was smoking his pipe sitting as near the stove as he could get. He smiled quietly at the boy's enthusiasm.

«One's first child, it has an effect on one,» he said.

«He has quite a lot of hair and it's as fair as yours; and blue eyes just like you said he'd have,» said Madame Perier. «I’ve never seen a lovelier baby. He'll be just like his papa.»

«Oh, my God, I'm so happy,» cried Hans. «How beautiful the world is! I want to see Annette.»

«I don't know if she'll see you. I don't want to upset her on account of the milk.»

«No, no, don't upset her on my account. If she doesn’t want to see me it doesn't matter. But let me see the baby just for a minute.»

«I'll see what I can do. I'll try to bring it down.»

Madame Perier went out and they heard her heavy tread clumping up the stairs. But in a moment they heard her clattering down again. She burst into the kitchen.

«They're not there. She isn't in her room. The baby's gone.»

Perier and Hans cried out and without thinking what they were doing all three of them scampered upstairs. The harsh light of the winter afternoon cast over, the shabby furniture, the iron bed, the cheap wardrobe, the chest of drawers, a dismal squalor. There was no one in the room.

«Where is she?» screamed Madame Perier. She ran into the narrow passage, opening doors, and called the girl's name. «Annette, Annette. Oh, what madness!»

«Perhaps in the sitting-room.»

They ran downstairs to the unused parlour. An icy air met them as they opened the door. They opened the door of a storeroom.

«She's gone out. Something awful has happened.»

«How could she have got out?» asked Hans sick with anxiety.

«Through the front door, you fool». Perier went up to it and looked.

«That's right. The bolt's drawn back.»

«Oh, my God, my God, what madness,» cried Madame Perier. «It’ll kill her».

«We must look for her,» said Hans. Instinctively, because that was the way he always went in and out, he ran back into the kitchen and the others followed him.

«Which way?»

«The brook,» the old woman gasped.

He stopped as though turned to stone with horror. He stared at the old woman aghast.

«I'm frightened,» she cried. «I'm frightened.»

Hans flung open the door, and as he did so Annette walked in. She had nothing on but her nightdress and a flimsy rayon dressing-gown. It was pink, with pale blue flowers. She was soaked, and her hair dishevelled, clung damply to her head and hung down her shoulders in bedraggled wisps. She was deathly white. Madame Perier sprang towards her and took her in her arms.

«Where have you been? Oh, my poor child, you're wet through. What madness!»

Bat Annette pushed her away. She looked at Hans.

«You've come at the right moment, you.»

«Where's the baby?» cried Madame Perier.

«I had to do it at once. I was afraid if I waited I shouldn't have the courage.»

«Annette, what have you done?»

«I've done what I had to do. I took it down to the brook and held it under water till it was dead.»

Hans gave a great cry, the cry of an animal wounded to death; he covered his face with his hands, and staggering like a drunken man flung out of the door. Annette sank into a chair, and leaning her forehead on her two fists burst into passionate weeping.

* Maugham, S. Stories. Leningrad, 1976, pp. 64-66.