"Yes, little one."。， "Upon my word, Madame Grandet! what will you invent next to spendmoney on? Mourning is in the heart, and not in the clothes.""But mourning for a brother is indispensable; and the Church commandsus to--"
"I was thinking so," said Madame Grandet.。， She ran quickly under the archway. Charles followed her. When she sawhim, she retreated to the foot of the staircase and opened the swing-door; then, scarcely knowing where she was going, Eugenie reached thecorner near Nanon's den, in the darkest end of the passage. ThereCharles caught her hand and drew her to his heart. Passing his armabout her waist, he made her lean gently upon him. Eugenie no longerresisted; she received and gave the purest, the sweetest, and yet,withal, the most unreserved of kisses.
Hearing the very words she had just used to her cousin now addressedto herself, she turned upon him a look of love, her first look ofloving womanhood,--a glance in which there is nearly as much ofcoquetry as of inmost depth. He took her hand and kissed it."Angel of purity! between us two money is nothing, never can beanything. Feeling, sentiment, must be all henceforth."。，
Nanon, Madame Grandet, and Eugenie looked at each other in silence.The hilarity of the master always frightened them when it reached itsclimax. The evening was soon over. Pere Grandet chose to go to bedearly, and when he went to bed, everybody else was expected to go too;like as when Augustus drank, Poland was drunk. On this occasion Nanon,Charles, and Eugenie were not less tired than the master. As forMadame Grandet, she slept, ate, drank, and walked according to thewill of her husband. However, during the two hours consecrated todigestion, the cooper, more facetious than he had ever been in hislife, uttered a number of his own particular apothegms,--a single oneof which will give the measure of his mind. When he had drunk hisratafia, he looked at his glass and said,--。， "M-m-mon-sieur le p-p-president, you said t-t-that b-b-bankruptcy--"The stutter which for years the old miser had assumed when it suitedhim, and which, together with the deafness of which he sometimescomplained in rainy weather, was thought in Saumur to be a naturaldefect, became at this crisis so wearisome to the two Cruchots thatwhile they listened they unconsciously made faces and moved theirlips, as if pronouncing the words over which he was hesitating andstuttering at will. Here it may be well to give the history of thisimpediment of the speech and hearing of Monsieur Grandet. No one inAnjou heard better, or could pronounce more crisply the Frenchlanguage (with an Angevin accent) than the wily old cooper. Some yearsearlier, in spite of his shrewdness, he had been taken in by anIsraelite, who in the course of the discussion held his hand behindhis ear to catch sounds, and mangled his meaning so thoroughly intrying to utter his words that Grandet fell a victim to his humanityand was compelled to prompt the wily Jew with the words and ideas heseemed to seek, to complete himself the arguments of the said Jew, tosay what that cursed Jew ought to have said for himself; in short, tobe the Jew instead of being Grandet. When the cooper came out of thiscurious encounter he had concluded the only bargain of which in thecourse of a long commercial life he ever had occasion to complain. Butif he lost at the time pecuniarily, he gained morally a valuablelesson; later, he gathered its fruits. Indeed, the goodman ended byblessing that Jew for having taught him the art of irritating hiscommercial antagonist and leading him to forget his own thoughts inhis impatience to suggest those over which his tormentor wasstuttering. No affair had ever needed the assistance of deafness,impediments of speech, and all the incomprehensible circumlocutionswith which Grandet enveloped his ideas, as much as the affair now inhand. In the first place, he did not mean to shoulder theresponsibility of his own scheme; in the next, he was determined toremain master of the conversation and to leave his real intentions indoubt.
"Oh, how beautiful! Is it the lady to whom you wrote that--""No," he said, smiling; "this is my mother, and here is my father,your aunt and uncle. Eugenie, I beg you on my knees, keep my treasuresafely. If I die and your little fortune is lost, this gold and thesepearls will repay you. To you alone could I leave these portraits; youare worthy to keep them. But destroy them at last, so that they maypass into no other hands." Eugenie was silent. "Ah, yes, say yes! Youconsent?" he added with winning grace.。， "Look here!" said the old miser, "you know what a napoleon is? Well,it takes fifty thousand napoleons to make a million."
Eugenie, not being able to understand the question of her father'sfortune, stopped short in her calculations.。， The word /livres/ on the littoral of the Loire signifies that crownprices of six /livres/ are to be accepted as six francs withoutdeduction.