killed in a duel the first week; therefore I shall not return。， For some days past, Charles's whole bearing, manners, and speech hadbecome those of a man who, in spite of his profound affliction, feelsthe weight of immense obligations and has the strength to gathercourage from misfortune. He no longer repined, he became a man.Eugenie never augured better of her cousin's character than when shesaw him come down in the plain black clothes which suited well withhis pale face and sombre countenance. On that day the two women put ontheir own mourning, and all three assisted at a Requiem celebrated inthe parish church for the soul of the late Guillaume Grandet.At the second breakfast Charles received letters from Paris and beganto read them.
"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."。， There was a moment's silence.
Happily no one but Maitre Cruchot heard the exclamation. Eugenie andher mother had gone to a corner of the quay from which they couldstill see the diligence and wave their white handkerchiefs, to whichCharles made answer by displaying his.。，
"Ah! I was sure of it," cried the banker, looking at his wife. "Whatdid I tell you just now, Madame des Grassins? Grandet is honorable tothe backbone, and would never allow his name to remain under theslightest cloud! Money without honor is a disease. There is honor inthe provinces! Right, very right, Grandet. I'm an old soldier, and Ican't disguise my thoughts; I speak roughly. Thunder! it is sublime!""Th-then s-s-sublime th-things c-c-cost d-dear," answered the goodman,as the banker warmly wrung his hand.。， these sales. Send me all my weapons. Keep Briton for yourself;
。， Fatal exclamation! Pere Grandet looked at his wife, at Eugenie, and atthe sugar-bowl. He recollected the extraordinary breakfast preparedfor the unfortunate youth, and he took a position in the middle of theroom.
。， For Eugenie the springtime of love had come. Since the scene at nightwhen she gave her little treasure to her cousin, her heart hadfollowed the treasure. Confederates in the same secret, they looked ateach other with a mutual intelligence which sank to the depth of theirconsciousness, giving a closer communion, a more intimate relation totheir feelings, and putting them, so to speak, beyond the pale ofordinary life. Did not their near relationship warrant the gentlenessin their tones, the tenderness in their glances? Eugenie took delightin lulling her cousin's pain with the pretty childish joys of a new-born love. Are there no sweet similitudes between the birth of loveand the birth of life? Do we not rock the babe with gentle songs andsoftest glances? Do we not tell it marvellous tales of the goldenfuture? Hope herself, does she not spread her radiant wings above itshead? Does it not shed, with infant fickleness, its tears of sorrowand its tears of joy? Does it not fret for trifles, cry for the prettypebbles with which to build its shifting palaces, for the flowersforgotten as soon as plucked? Is it not eager to grasp the comingtime, to spring forward into life? Love is our second transformation.Childhood and love were one and the same thing to Eugenie and toCharles; it was a first passion, with all its child-like play,--themore caressing to their hearts because they now were wrapped insadness. Struggling at birth against the gloom of mourning, their lovewas only the more in harmony with the provincial plainness of thatgray and ruined house. As they exchanged a few words beside the wellin the silent court, or lingered in the garden for the sunset hour,sitting on a mossy seat saying to each other the infinite nothings oflove, or mused in the silent calm which reigned between the house andthe ramparts like that beneath the arches of a church, Charlescomprehended the sanctity of love; for his great lady, his dearAnnette, had taught him only its stormy troubles. At this moment heleft the worldly passion, coquettish, vain, and showy as it was, andturned to the true, pure love. He loved even the house, whose customsno longer seemed to him ridiculous. He got up early in the morningsthat he might talk with Eugenie for a moment before her father came todole out the provisions; when the steps of the old man sounded on thestaircase he escaped into the garden. The small criminality of thismorning /tete-a-tete/ which Nanon pretended not to see, gave to theirinnocent love the lively charm of a forbidden joy.
。， "M-m-monsieur de B-B-Bonfons,"--for the second time in three yearsGrandet called the Cruchot nephew Monsieur de Bonfons; the presidentfelt he might consider himself the artful old fellow's son-in-law,--"you-ou said th-th-that b-b-bankruptcy c-c-could, in some c-c-cases,b-b-be p-p-prevented b-b-by--"