"When you obtain the receipts, monsieur," she resumed, with a coldglance, "you will take them with all the other papers to my cousinGrandet, and you will give him this letter. On your return I will keepmy word."。， "Don't say a word about all this, Nanon," said Eugenie.
"Yes."。， "Go, my good child, you restore your father's life; but you onlyreturn to him that which he gave you: we are quits. This is howbusiness should be done. Life is a business. I bless you! you are avirtuous girl, and you love your father. Do just what you like infuture. To-morrow, Cruchot," he added, looking at the horrifiednotary, "you will see about preparing the deed of relinquishment, andthen enter it on the records of the court."
"The king will be his cousin, won't he?" said Nanon, la Grande Nanon,Madame Cornoiller, bourgeoise of Saumur, as she listened to hermistress, who was recounting the honors to which she was called.Nevertheless, Monsieur de Bonfons (he had finally abolished hispatronymic of Cruchot) did not realize any of his ambitious ideas. Hedied eight days after his election as deputy of Saumur. God, who seesall and never strikes amiss, punished him, no doubt, for his sordidcalculations and the legal cleverness with which, /accurante Cruchot/,he had drawn up his marriage contract, in which husband and wife gaveto each other, "in case they should have no children, their entireproperty of every kind, landed or otherwise, without exception orreservation, dispensing even with the formality of an inventory;provided that said omission of said inventory shall not injure theirheirs and assigns, it being understood that this deed of gift is,etc., etc." This clause of the contract will explain the profoundrespect which monsieur le president always testified for the wishes,and above all, for the solitude of Madame de Bonfons. Women cited himas the most considerate and delicate of men, pitied him, and even wentso far as to find fault with the passion and grief of Eugenie, blamingher, as women know so well how to blame, with cruel but discreetinsinuation.。， "What does that signify, Nanon?" said Eugenie tranquilly."Goodness! do you suppose I'll eat /frippe/ when the daughter of thehouse is eating dry bread? No, no!"
Terrible and utter disaster! The ship went down, leaving not a spar,not a plank, on a vast ocean of hope! Some women when they seethemselves abandoned will try to tear their lover from the arms of arival, they will kill her, and rush to the ends of the earth,--to thescaffold, to their tomb. That, no doubt, is fine; the motive of thecrime is a great passion, which awes even human justice. Other womenbow their heads and suffer in silence; they go their way dying,resigned, weeping, forgiving, praying, and recollecting, till theydraw their last breath. This is love,--true love, the love of angels,the proud love which lives upon its anguish and dies of it. Such wasEugenie's love after she had read that dreadful letter. She raised hereyes to heaven, thinking of the last words uttered by her dyingmother, who, with the prescience of death, had looked into the futurewith clear and penetrating eyes: Eugenie, remembering that propheticdeath, that prophetic life, measured with one glance her own destiny.Nothing was left for her; she could only unfold her wings, stretchupward to the skies, and live in prayer until the day of herdeliverance.。，
He came at last to a decision, and returned to Saumur in time fordinner, resolved to unbend to Eugenie, and pet and coax her, that hemight die regally, holding the reins of his millions in his own handsso long as the breath was in his body. At the moment when the old man,who chanced to have his pass-key in his pocket, opened the door andclimbed with a stealthy step up the stairway to go into his wife'sroom, Eugenie had brought the beautiful dressing-case from the oakcabinet and placed it on her mother's bed. Mother and daughter, inGrandet's absence, allowed themselves the pleasure of looking for alikeness to Charles in the portrait of his mother.。， Mademoiselle d'Aubrion. Yes, my cousin, you judged rightly of my