Returning from Mass on the morning after Charles's departure,--havingmade a vow to hear it daily,--Eugenie bought a map of the world, whichshe nailed up beside her looking-glass, that she might follow hercousin on his westward way, that she might put herself, were it everso little, day by day into the ship that bore him, and see him and askhim a thousand questions,--"Art thou well? Dost thou suffer? Dost thouthink of me when the star, whose beauty and usefulness thou hasttaught me to know, shines upon thee?" In the mornings she sat pensivebeneath the walnut-tree, on the worm-eaten bench covered with graylichens, where they had said to each other so many precious things, somany trifles, where they had built the pretty castles of their futurehome. She thought of the future now as she looked upward to the bit ofsky which was all the high walls suffered her to see; then she turnedher eyes to the angle where the sun crept on, and to the roof abovethe room in which he had slept. Hers was the solitary love, thepersistent love, which glides into every thought and becomes thesubstance, or, as our fathers might have said, the tissue of life.When the would-be friends of Pere Grandet came in the evening fortheir game at cards, she was gay and dissimulating; but all themorning she talked of Charles with her mother and Nanon. Nanon hadbrought herself to see that she could pity the sufferings of her youngmistress without failing in her duty to the old master, and she wouldsay to Eugenie,--。，
Madame Grandet was helpless against the sweet persuasive tones of herdaughter's voice. Eugenie was sublime: she had become a woman. Thetwo, with beating hearts, went up to Charles's room. The door wasopen. The young man heard and saw nothing; plunged in grief, he onlyuttered inarticulate cries.。，
"Eugenie," cried the mother, when Grandet was fairly gone, "I don'tknow which side of the bed your father got out of, but he is good-tempered this morning. Perhaps we shall come out safe after all?""What's happened to the master?" said Nanon, entering her mistress'sroom to light the fire. "First place, he said, 'Good-morning; happyNew Year, you big fool! Go and light my wife's fire, she's cold'; andthen, didn't I feel silly when he held out his hand and gave me a six-franc piece, which isn't worn one bit? Just look at it, madame! Oh,the kind man! He is a good man, that's a fact. There are some peoplewho the older they get the harder they grow; but he,--why he's gettingsoft and improving with time, like your ratafia! He is a good, goodman--"。， "Then you are really going?" said Eugenie to her cousin, with a sadlook, mingled with admiration.
"We will pray for him," said Madame Grandet. "Resign yourself to thewill of God."。， "Your father sells his from a hundred to a hundred and fifty francs,sometimes two hundred,--at least, so I've heard say."
"No, monsieur. Mercy! what's there to fear for your copper sous?""Oh! nothing," said Pere Grandet.。， "I went to Angers last night," answered Grandet in a low voice.The banker shook with surprise. Then a whispered conversation beganbetween the two, during which Grandet and des Grassins frequentlylooked at Charles. Presently des Grassins gave a start ofastonishment; probably Grandet was then instructing him to invest thesum which was to give him a hundred thousand francs a year in theFunds.
"We-we'll see about th-that. I c-c-can't and I w-w-won't bind myselfwithout--He who c-c-can't, can't; don't you see?"。， "Eh!" cried Madame des Grassins, "why it is a pleasure to go to Paris.I would willingly pay to go myself."