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Updated: May 19, 2025
I was thunderstruck, too, at the countenances on which the light fell, men the loyalest in estimation, ministers and senators, millionnaires who had no reason for discontent, dandies whose reason was supposed to be devoted to their tailors, poets and artists of generous aspiration and suspected tendencies, and one woman, Delphine de St. Cyr.
"De bez in God's world!" replied Madame Delphine, with a rapturous smile. "My poor, dear friend," said the priest, "I am afraid you are being deceived by somebody." There was the pride of an unswerving faith in the triumphant tone and smile with which she replied, raising and slowly shaking her head: "Ah-h, no-o-o, Miché! Ah-h, no, no! Not by Ursin Lemaitre-Vignevielle!"
Wherefore he said, with gentleness: "Madame Delphine, a priest is not a bailiff, but a physician. How can I help you?" A grateful light shone a moment in her eyes, yet there remained a piteous hostility in the tone in which she demanded: "Mais, pou'quoi yé, fé cette méchanique l
"I have done so this very day!" she replied, with more happiness in her eyes than Père Jerome had ever before seen there. "Madame Delphine," he said, his own eyes sparkling, "make him your daughter's guardian; for myself, being a priest, it would not be best; but ask him; I believe he will not refuse you." Madame Delphine's face grew still brighter as he spoke. "It was in my mind," she said.
You will be a brother to me, will you not?" and she held out her hand. Her eyes were full of tears as she spoke. "Nasie," cried Delphine, flinging her arms round her sister, "my little Nasie, let us forget and forgive." "No, no," cried Nasie; "I shall never forget!" "Dear angels," cried Goriot, "it is as if a dark curtain over my eyes had been raised; your voices have called me back to life.
Madame Delphine was struggling desperately with the lamp, and at that moment it responded with a tiny bead of light. "I am here, my daughter." She hastened to the door, and Olive, all unaware of a third presence, lifted her white arms, laid them about her mother's neck, and, ignoring her effort to speak, wrested a fervent kiss from her lips.
The turkey or chicken they had had for dinner was served cold in slices; there was canned fruit, preserves, tea, crackers, bread and butter, a large dish of cold pork and beans, and a huge glass pitcher of ice-water. In the absence of June, Delphine the cook went through the agony of waiting on the table, very nervous and embarrassed in her clean calico gown and starched apron.
"And if I am?" cried Delphine, flushing up, "how have you treated me? You would not recognize me; you closed the doors of every house against me; you have never let an opportunity of mortifying me slip by. And when did I come, as you were always doing, to drain our poor father, a thousand francs at a time, till he is left as you see him now? That is all your doing, sister!
She approached, he advanced, and the consequence was a salute resonant as the smack with which a Dutch burgomaster may be supposed to set down his mug. I was prepared for anything. Ye gods! if it should be Delphine! But the base suspicion was birth-strangled as they spoke again. The conversation which now ensued between these lovers under difficulties was tender and affecting beyond expression.
Laura, I wish you could! for I declare to you, that, if it wasn't for if it didn't Oh, dear, dear! how I do hate that name!" "It is not so very good a name, that must be owned, Del. All is, you will have to call him 'Mr. Sampson, or 'My dear, or 'You'; or, stay, you might abbreviate it into Ame, Ami. Ami and Delphine! it sounds like a French story for youth.
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