A few days after this Eugene called at Mme. de Restaud's house;
she was not at home. Three times he tried the experiment, and
three times he found her doors closed against him, though he was
careful to choose an hour when M. de Trailles was not there. The
Vicomtesse was right.
The student
studied no longer. He put in an appearance at
lectures simply to answer to his name, and after thus attesting
his presence,
departedforthwith. He had been through a reasoning
process familiar to most students. He had seen the advisability
of deferring his studies to the last moment before going up for
his examinations; he made up his mind to cram his second and
third years' work into the third year, when he meant to begin to
work in
earnest, and to complete his studies in law with one
great effort. In the
meantime he had fifteen months in which to
navigate the ocean of Paris, to spread the nets and set the lines
that would bring him a protectress and a fortune. Twice during
that week he saw Mme. de Beauseant; he did not go to her house
until he had seen the Marquis d'Ajuda drive away.
Victory for yet a few more days was with the great lady, the most
poetic figure in the Faubourg Saint-Germain; and the marriage of
the Marquis d'Ajuda-Pinto with Mlle. de Rochefide was postponed.
The dread of losing her happiness filled those days with a fever
of joy unknown before, but the end was only so much the nearer.
The Marquis d'Ajuda and the Rochefides agreed that this quarrel
and
reconciliation was a very
fortunate thing; Mme. de Beauseant
(so they hoped) would gradually become reconciled to the idea of
the marriage, and in the end would be brought to sacrifice
d'Ajuda's morning visits to the exigencies of a man's career,
exigencies which she must have
foreseen. In spite of the most
solemn promises, daily renewed, M. d'Ajuda was playing a part,
and the Vicomtesse was eager to be deceived. "Instead of
taking a
leap heroically from the window, she is falling
headlong down the
staircase," said her most
intimate friend, the Duchesse de
Langeais. Yet this after-glow of happiness lasted long enough for
the Vicomtesse to be of service to her young cousin. She had a
half-superstitious
affection for him. Eugene had shown her
sympathy and
devotion at a
crisis when a woman sees no pity, no
real comfort in any eyes; when if a man is ready with soothing
flatteries, it is because he has an interested motive.
Rastignac made up his mind that he must learn the whole of
Goriot's
previous history; he would come to his bearings before
attempting to board the Maison de Nucingen. The results of his
inquiries may be given
briefly as follows:--
In the days before the Revolution, Jean-Joachim Goriot was simply
a
workman in the employ of a vermicelli maker. He was a skilful,
thrifty
workman,
sufficientlyenterprising to buy his master's
business when the latter fell a chance
victim to the disturbances
of 1789. Goriot established himself in the Rue de la Jussienne,
close to the Corn Exchange. His plain good sense led him to
accept the position of President of the Section, so as to secure
for his business the
protection of those in power at that
dangerous epoch. This
prudent step had led to success; the
foundations of his fortune were laid in the time of the Scarcity
(real or artificial), when the price of grain of all kinds rose
enormously in Paris. People used to fight for bread at the
bakers' doors; while other persons went to the grocers' shops and
bought Italian paste foods without brawling over it. It was
during this year that Goriot made the money, which, at a later
time, was to give him all the
advantage of the great capitalist
over the small buyer; he had,
moreover, the usual luck of average
ability; his mediocrity was the
salvation of him. He excited no
one's envy, it was not even suspected that he was rich till the
peril of being rich was over, and all his
intelligence was
concentrated, not on political, but on
commercial speculations.
Goriot was an authority second to none on all questions relating
to corn, flour, and "middlings"; and the production,
storage, and
quality of grain. He could
estimate the yield of the
harvest, and
foresee market prices; he bought his cereals in Sicily, and
imported Russian wheat. Any one who had heard him hold forth on
the regulations that control the
importation and exportation of
grain, who had seen his grasp of the subject, his clear insight
into the principles involved, his
appreciation of weak points in