"You gave him all!" cried the poor mother, terrified. "What will yousay to your father on New Year's Day when he asks to see your gold?"Eugenie's eyes grew fixed, and the two women lived through mortalterror for more than half the morning. They were so troubled in mindthat they missed high Mass, and only went to the military service. Inthree days the year 1819 would come to an end. In three days aterrible drama would begin, a bourgeois tragedy, without poison, ordagger, or the spilling of blood; but--as regards the actors in it--more cruel than all the fabled horrors in the family of the Atrides."What will become of us?" said Madame Grandet to her daughter, lettingher knitting fall upon her knees.。， Made restless by the events of the day, she woke at intervals tolisten to her cousin, thinking she heard the sighs which still echoedin her heart. Sometimes she saw him dying of his trouble, sometimesshe dreamed that he fainted from hunger. Towards morning she wascertain that she heard a startling cry. She dressed at once and ran,in the dawning light, with a swift foot to her cousin's chamber, thedoor of which he had left open. The candle had burned down to thesocket. Charles, overcome by nature, was sleeping, dressed and sittingin an armchair beside the bed, on which his head rested; he dreamed asmen dream on an empty stomach. Eugenie might weep at her ease; shemight admire the young and handsome face blotted with grief, the eyesswollen with weeping, that seemed, sleeping as they were, to wellforth tears. Charles felt sympathetically the young girl's presence;he opened his eyes and saw her pitying him.
fortune and mine are irretrievably lost. I am orphaned at an age。， The two lovers, alarmed, fled into the hall, where Eugenie took up herwork and Charles began to read the litanies of the Virgin in MadameGrandet's prayer-book.
"Yes; when his failure is imminent, the court of commerce, to which heis amenable (please follow me attentively), has the power, by adecree, to appoint a receiver. Liquidation, you understand, is not thesame as failure. When a man fails, he is dishonored; but when hemerely liquidates, he remains an honest man."。，
。， "That's not much to begin with. Hush! I don't want any one to know Iam going to play that game. You can make the investment by the end ofthe month. Say nothing to the Cruchots; that'll annoy them. If you arereally going to Paris, we will see if there is anything to be done formy poor nephew."
he answered, entering his wife's room fully dressed. "Yes, on my word,it is cold enough to freeze you solid. We shall have a fine breakfast,wife. Des Grassins has sent me a pate-de-foie-gras truffled! I amgoing now to get it at the coach-office. There'll be a double napoleonfor Eugenie in the package," he whispered in Madame Grandet's ear. "Ihave no gold left, wife. I had a few stray pieces--I don't mindtelling you that--but I had to let them go in business."。，
。， "Well," resumed the goodman, who no doubt had some reason of his ownfor agreeing to his wife's request, "I'll do what you ask, MadameGrandet. You are a good woman, and I don't want any harm to happen toyou at your time of life,--though as a general thing the Bertellieresare as sound as a roach. Hein! isn't that so?" he added after a pause."Well, I forgive them; we got their property in the end." And hecoughed.