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I thought you would have been kinder to me in my troubles, but you never did love me." "Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie," cried Goriot; "she was saying so only just now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were beautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!" "Pretty!" said the Countess. "She is as hard as a marble statue."
"This is like to be the death of me. My poor head will not stand a double misfortune." "Good-morning, father," said the Countess from the threshold. "Oh! Delphine, are you here?" Mme. de Restaud seemed taken aback by her sister's presence. "Good-morning, Nasie," said the Baroness. "What is there so extraordinary in my being here? I see our father every day." "Since when?"
"Come, we must resign ourselves. This evening " "I hope, Nasie," he said in her ear, "that you will give orders not to admit that youngster, whose eyes light up like live coals when he looks at you. He will make you a declaration, and compromise you, and then you will compel me to kill him." "Are you mad, Maxime?" she said.
"Oh, she was very miserable," he answered, gathering up all his strength to speak. "It was this way, my boy. Since that affair of the diamonds, Nasie has not had a penny of her own. For this ball she had ordered a golden gown like a setting for a jewel. Her mantuamaker, a woman without a conscience, would not give her credit, so Nasie's waiting-woman advanced a thousand francs on account.
They ought to pass a law for dying fathers. This is awful! It cries for vengeance! They cannot come, because my sons-in-law forbid them!... Kill them!... Restaud and the Alsatian, kill them both! They have murdered me between them!... Death or my daughters!... Ah! it is too late, I am dying, and they are not here!... Dying without them!... Nasie! Fifine! Why do you not come to me?
"You were better off than I. M. de Marsay was rich, as you have reason to know. You always were as slippery as gold. Good-bye; I have neither sister nor " "Oh! hush, hush, Nasie!" cried her father. "Nobody else would repeat what everybody has ceased to believe. You are an unnatural sister!" cried Delphine. "Oh, children, children! hush! hush! or I will kill myself before your eyes."
"Do nothing of the kind!" cried Goriot. "Aha! M. de Restaud, you could not make your wife happy; she has looked for happiness and found it elsewhere, and you make her suffer for your own ineptitude? He will have to reckon with me. Make yourself easy, Nasie. Aha! he cares about his heir! Good, very good. I will get hold of the boy; isn't he my grandson? What the blazes!
What is it, Nasie? Be quick and tell me, this is enough to " "Well, then, my husband knows everything," said the Countess. "Just imagine it; do you remember, father, that bill of Maxime's some time ago? Well, that was not the first. I had paid ever so many before that. About the beginning of January M. de Trailles seemed very much troubled.
A servant that cannot trust her mistress, did any one ever hear the like! I shall be quite well to-morrow. Nasie is coming at ten o'clock. They must not think that I am ill, or they will not go to the ball; they will stop and take care of me. To-morrow Nasie will come and hold me in her arms as if I were one of her children; her kisses will make me well again.
"Poor Nasie!" said Mme. de Nucingen, drawing her sister to a chair. "We are the only two people in the world whose love is always sufficient to forgive you everything. Family affection is the surest, you see." The Countess inhaled the salts and revived. "This will kill me!" said their father. "There," he went on, stirring the smouldering fire, "come nearer, both of you. It is cold.
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