to me, and I have helped her so often, and always had money for
her when she had none.--But never mind other people now, to-day I
mean to be
perfectly happy."
At one o'clock that morning Eugene was still with Mme. de
Nucingen. In the midst of their lovers'
farewell, a
farewell full
of hope of bliss to come, she said in a troubled voice, "I am
very
fearful,
superstitious. Give what name you like to my
presentiments, but I am afraid that my happiness will be paid for
by some
horriblecatastrophe."
"Child!" said Eugene.
"Ah! have we changed places, and am I the child to-night?" she
asked, laughingly.
Eugene went back to the Maison Vauquer, never doubting but that
he should leave it for good on the
morrow; and on the way he fell
to dreaming the bright dreams of youth, when the cup of happiness
has left its
sweetness on the lips.
"Well?" cried Goriot, as Rastignac passed by his door.
"Yes," said Eugene; "I will tell you everything to-
morrow."
"Everything, will you not?" cried the old man. "Go to bed. To-
morrow our happy life will begin."
Next day, Goriot and Rastignac were ready to leave the lodging-
house, and only awaited the good pleasure of a
porter to move out
of it; but towards noon there was a sound of wheels in the Rue
Neuve-Sainte-Genevieve, and a
carriage stopped before the door of
the Maison Vauquer. Mme. de Nucingen alighted, and asked if her
father was still in the house, and, receiving an affirmative
reply from Sylvie, ran
lightly upstairs.
It so happened that Eugene was at home all unknown to his
neighbor. At breakfast time he had asked Goriot to superintend
the
removal of his goods,
saying that he would meet him in the
Rue d'Artois at four o'clock; but Rastignac's name had been
called early on the list at the Ecole de Droit, and he had gone
back at once to the Rue Nueve-Sainte-Genevieve. No one had seen
him come in, for Goriot had gone to find a
porter, and the
mistress of the house was
likewise out. Eugene had thought to pay
her himself, for it struck him that if he left this, Goriot in
his zeal would probably pay for him. As it was, Eugene went up to
his room to see that nothing had been forgotten, and
blessed his
foresight when he saw the blank bill
bearing Vautrin's signature
lying in the
drawer where he had
carelessly thrown it on the day
when he had repaid the
amount. There was no fire in the grate, so
he was about to tear it into little pieces, when he heard a voice
speaking in Goriot's room, and the
speaker was Delphine! He made
no more noise, and stood still to listen, thinking that she
should have no secrets from him; but after the first few words,
the conversation between the father and daughter was so strange
and interesting that it absorbed all his attention.
"Ah! thank heaven that you thought of asking him to give an
account of the money settled on me before I was utterly ruined,
father. Is it safe to talk?" she added.
"Yes, there is no one in the house," said her father faintly.
"What is the matter with you?" asked Mme. de Nucingen.
"God
forgive you! you have just dealt me a staggering blow,
child!" said the old man. "You cannot know how much I love you,
or you would not have burst in upon me like this, with such news,
especially if all is not lost. Has something so important
happened that you must come here about it? In a few minutes we
should have been in the Rue d'Artois."
"Eh! does one think what one is doing after a
catastrophe? It has
turned my head. Your
attorney has found out the state of things
now, but it was bound to come out sooner or later. We shall want
your long business experience; and I come to you like a drowning
man who catches at a branch. When M. Derville found that Nucingen
was throwing all sorts of difficulties in his way, he threatened
him with proceedings, and told him
plainly that he would soon
obtain an order from the President of the Tribunal. So Nucingen
came to my room this morning, and asked if I meant to ruin us
both. I told him that I knew nothing
whatever about it, that I
had a fortune, and ought to be put into possession of my fortune,
and that my
attorney was
acting for me in the matter; I said
again that I knew
absolutely nothing about it, and could not
possibly go into the subject with him. Wasn't that what you told
me to tell him?"
"Yes, quite right," answered Goriot.
"Well, then," Delphine continued, "he told me all about his
affairs. He had just invested all his capital and mine in
business
speculations; they have only just been started, and very
large sums of money are locked up. If I were to compel him to
refund my dowry now, he would be forced to file his
petition; but
if I will wait a year, he undertakes, on his honor, to double or
treble my fortune, by investing it in building land, and I shall
be
mistress at last of the whole of my property. He was
speakingthe truth, father dear; he frightened me! He asked my
pardon for
his conduct; he has given me my liberty; I am free to act as I
please on condition that I leave him to carry on my business in
my name. To prove his
sincerity, he promised that M. Derville
might
inspect the accounts as often as I pleased, so that I might
be
assured that everything was being conducted
properly. In
short, he put himself in my power, bound hand and foot. He wishes
the present
arrangements as to the expenses of
housekeeping to
continue for two more years, and entreated me not to
exceed my
allowance. He showed me
plainly that it was all that he could do
to keep up appearances; he has broken with his opera
dancer; he
will be compelled to
practise the most
stricteconomy (in secret)
if he is to bide his time with unshaken credit. I scolded, I did
all I could to drive him to
desperation, so as to find out more.
He showed me his ledgers--he broke down and cried at last. I
never saw a man in such a state. He lost his head completely,
talked of killing himself, and raved till I felt quite sorry for
him."
"Do you really believe that silly rubbish?" . . . cried her
father. "It was all got up for your benefit! I have had to do
with Germans in the way of business, honest and straightforward
they are pretty sure to be, but when with their
simplicity and
frankness they are sharpers and humbugs as well, they are the
worst rogues of all. Your husband is
takingadvantage of you. As
soon as
pressure is brought to bear on him he shams dead; he
means to be more the master under your name than in his own. He
will take
advantage of the position to secure himself against the
risks of business. He is as sharp as he is
treacherous; he is a
bad lot! No, no; I am not going to leave my girls behind me
without a penny when I go to Pere-Lachaise. I know something
about business still. He has sunk his money in
speculation, he
says; very well then, there is something to show for it--bills,
receipts, papers of some sort. Let him produce them, and come to
an
arrangement with you. We will choose the most
promising of his
speculations, take them over at our own risk, and have the
securities transferred into your name; they shall represent the
separate
estate of Delphine Goriot, wife of the Baron de
Nucingen. Does that fellow really take us for idiots? Does he
imagine that I could stand the idea of your being without
fortune, without bread, for forty-eight hours? I would not stand
it a day--no, not a night, not a couple of hours! If there had
been any
foundation for the idea, I should never get over it.
What! I have worked hard for forty years, carried sacks on my
back, and sweated and pinched and saved all my life for you, my
darlings, for you who made the toil and every burden borne for