with claws of steel. What made me think of going to Mme. de
Nucingen? He guessed my motives before I knew them myself. To sum
it up, that
outlaw has told me more about
virtue than all I have
learned from men and books. If
virtue admits of no compromises, I
have certainly robbed my sisters," he said, throwing down the
bags on the table.
He sat down again and fell,
unconscious of his surroundings, into
deep thought.
"To be
faithful to an ideal of
virtue! A
heroic martyrdom! Pshaw!
every one believes in
virtue, but who is
virtuous? Nations have
made an idol of Liberty, but what nation on the face of the earth
is free? My youth is still like a blue and cloudless sky. If I
set myself to
obtainwealth or power, does it mean that I must
make up my mind to lie, and fawn, and cringe, and swagger, and
flatter, and dissemble? To consent to be the servant of others
who have
likewise fawned, and lied, and flattered? Must I cringe
to them before I can hope to be their accomplice? Well, then, I
decline. I mean to work nobly and with a single heart. I will
work day and night; I will owe my fortune to nothing but my own
exertions. It may be the slowest of all roads to success, but I
shall lay my head on the pillow at night untroubled by evil
thoughts. Is there a greater thing than this--to look back over
your life and know that it is stainless as a lily? I and my life
are like a young man and his betrothed. Vautrin has put before me
all that comes after ten years of marriage. The devil! my head is
swimming. I do not want to think at all; the heart is a sure
guide."
Eugene was roused from his musings by the voice of the stout
Sylvie, who announced that the
tailor had come, and Eugene
therefore made his appearance before the man with the two money
bags, and was not ill pleased that it should be so. When he had
tried on his dress suit, he put on his new morning
costume, which
completely metamorphosed him.
"I am quite equal to M. de Trailles," he said to himself. "In
short, I look like a gentleman."
"You asked me, sir, if I knew the houses where Mme. de Nucingen
goes," Father Goriot's voice spoke from the
doorway of Eugene's
room."
"Yes."
"Very well then, she is going to the Marechale Carigliano's ball
on Monday. If you can manage to be there, I shall hear from you
whether my two girls enjoyed themselves, and how they were
dressed, and all about it in fact."
"How did you find that out, my good Goriot?" said Eugene, putting
a chair by the fire for his visitor.
"Her maid told me. I hear all about their
doings from Therese and
Constance," he added gleefully.
The old man looked like a lover who is still young enough to be
made happy by the discovery of some little
stratagem which brings
him information of his lady-love without her knowledge.
"YOU will see them both!" he said, giving artless expression to a
pang of jealousy.
"I do not know," answered Eugene. "I will go to Mme. de Beauseant
and ask her for an
introduction to the Marechale."
Eugene felt a
thrill of pleasure at the thought of appearing
before the Vicomtesse, dressed as henceforward he always meant to
be. The "abysses of the human heart," in the moralists' phrase,
are only insidious thoughts,
involuntary promptings of personal
interest. The
instinct of
enjoyment turns the scale; those rapid
changes of purpose which have furnished the text for so much
rhetoric are calculations prompted by the hope of pleasure.
Rastignac beholding himself well dressed and impeccable as to
gloves and boots, forgot his
virtuous resolutions. Youth,
moreover, when bent upon wrongdoing does not dare to behold
himself in the mirror of
consciousness;
mature age has seen
itself; and
therein lies the whole difference between these two
phases of life.
A friendship between Eugene and his neighbor, Father Goriot, had
been growing up for several days past. This secret friendship and
the antipathy that the student had begun to
entertain for Vautrin
arose from the same
psychological causes. The bold philosopher
who shall
investigate the effects of
mental action upon the
physical world will
doubtless find more than one proof of the
material nature of our sentiments in other animals. What
physiognomist is as quick to
discerncharacter as a dog is to