"Aunt, here is my mother's thimble; I have always kept it carefully inmy dressing-case," said Charles, presenting a pretty gold thimble toMadame Grandet, who for many years had longed for one.。， "What's that?" said his uncle, his eyes lighting up at a handful ofgold which Charles was carrying.
"A note is merchandise,--an article of barter which rises and falls inprices. That is a deduction from Jeremy Bentham's theory about usury.That writer has proved that the prejudice which condemned usurers toreprobation was mere folly."。， "Plague take him! I am no longer Monsieur de Bonfons," thought themagistrate ruefully, his face assuming the expression of a judge boredby an argument.
。， As he heard this cry of noble distress the young man's tears fell uponhis cousin's hands, which he had caught in his own to keep her fromkneeling. As the warm tears touched her, Eugenie sprang to the purseand poured its contents upon the table.
， "Get me some black-currant ratafia."。， "Ta, ta, ta, ta!" said Grandet; "I know what you want to say. You area good fellow; we will see about it to-morrow, I'm too busy to-day.Wife, give him five francs," he added to Madame Grandet as hedecamped.