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'Well, of course, we don't like him! but then Uncle Findon does. And if he didn't, it's Eugénie that matters isn't it? only Eugénie! At her age, you can't be choosing her husband for her! Well, I never, never thought Eugénie's so close! she'd make up her mind to marry anybody! And she rattled on, in so much excitement that Welby hastily and urgently impressed discretion upon her.
Of course Welby had shared in the immense effort of the family to comfort and console her. They had been so eager to accept his help; he had given it with such tact and self-effacement; and now, meanly, they must help Eugénie to dismiss him! For it was becoming too big a thing, this devotion of his, both in Eugénie's life and also in the eyes of the world.
The climax in Grandet is not a dramatic point, not a single incident; it lies in the slow chill that very gradually descends upon Eugénie's hope. Balzac carefully refrains from making the book hinge on anything so commonplace as a sudden discovery of the young man's want of faith.
Arthur had played his part bravely, with all the chivalry and the conscience that might have been expected of him. And there had been moments intervals of apparent happiness, when Eugénie's own conscience had been laid to sleep. Was there anything she might have done for those two people, that she had not done?
Spanish, indeed! And Eugénie a pearl by the side of her!" Just then Eugénie's father came. He had forced his way through the press in the street, and now stood bidding his child have courage and return with him the way he had come. "Tie your veil close, Eugénie," said the teacher, "and they will not know you." And so they went, the father and the daughter. But they went alone. None followed.
Carrie and Miss Mason were entering the little garden. Eugénie's smile, as she motioned towards the girl, seemed to reflect the May sunshine and Carrie's young charm. But after Madame de Pastourelles was gone, a cloud of nervous dread fell upon the little cottage and its inmates. Phoebe wandered restlessly about the garden, waiting and listening hour after hour.
Never since Welby's marriage, either in thought or act, had she given Arthur's wife the smallest just cause of offence. Eugénie's was often an anxious and a troubled conscience; but not here, not in this respect. She knew herself true. But from Elsie's point of view? Had she in truth sacrificed an ignorant child to her impetuous wish for Arthur's happiness, a too scrupulous care for her own peace?
That short moment of a revived mondanité which Versailles had witnessed, was wholly past; and for the first and only time in her marred life, Eugénie's natural gaiety was quenched. She knew well that in the burden which weighed upon her there were morbid elements; but she could only bear it; she could not smile under it.
And Balzac makes this episode bulk as largely in the book as it did in her life; he pauses over it and elaborates it, unconcerned by the fact that in the book in the whole effect it is to produce the episode is only the beginning of Eugénie's story, only the prelude to her years of waiting and watching.
Eugenie's breath was taken away by the very boldness of this proposition.. She looked up timidly into Virginia's face, and hero-worship got the better of prudence. The house which General Fremont appropriated for his use when he came back from Europe to assume command in the West was not a modest one.
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