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But, fortunately for his embarrassment, the domestic just then announced dinner, and Mrs. Macon said, "Henry, will you give your arm to madame? And you, Mr. Glendenning, to Miss Olmstead; I will do myself the honor of walking in with Professor Grandet; and I'm sure Morton will be happy to escort his better half, as I suppose a twin sister may be called."
"And who'll give me wood for the oven, and flour and butter for the cakes?" said Nanon, who in her function of prime-minister to Grandet assumed at times enormous importance in the eyes of Eugenie and her mother. "Mustn't rob the master to feast the cousin. You ask him for butter and flour and wood: he's your father, perhaps he'll give you some.
"It must be a great sin," said Madame Grandet, "and our brother may be damned." "There, there, don't begin with your litanies!" said Grandet, shrugging his shoulders. "To fail, Eugenie," he resumed, "is to commit a theft which the law, unfortunately, takes under its protection.
In order to work as he understood the word, it was necessary that he should exclude all outside disturbing influence, and hear only the voices of the world where Le Pere Goriot, old Grandet, La Cousine Bette, and their fellows, toiled, manoeuvred, and suffered.
In Three Lectures, delivered in Boston, January, 1861. By Caroline H. Dall, Author of "Woman's Right to Labor," "Historical Pictures Retouched," etc., etc. Boston. Walker, Wise, & Co. 16mo. pp. xx., 165. 50 cts. Eugénie Grandet; or, The Miser's Daughter. From the French of Honoré de Balzac. Translated by O.W. Wight and F.B. Goodrich. New York. Rudd & Carleton. 12mo. pp. 309. $1.00.
Then, though it was impossible to discover by whom the secret had been betrayed, all the town became aware that ever since New Year's day Mademoiselle Grandet had been kept in her room without fire, on bread and water, by her father's orders, and that Nanon cooked little dainties and took them to her secretly at night.
People have given their property to Guillaume Grandet trusting to his reputation for honor and integrity; he has made away with it all, and left them nothing but their eyes to weep with. A highway robber is better than a bankrupt: the one attacks you and you can defend yourself, he risks his own life; but the other in short, Charles is dishonored."
"Well, where are the women?" said his uncle, already forgetting that his nephew was to sleep at the house. At this moment Eugenie and Madame Grandet returned. "Is the room all ready?" said Grandet, recovering his composure. "Yes, father." "Well then, my nephew, if you are tired, Nanon shall show you your room.
The family stood about the coach until it started; then as it disappeared upon the bridge, and its rumble grew fainter in the distance, Grandet said: "Good-by to you!" Happily no one but Maitre Cruchot heard the exclamation.
It was Madame Grandet who first found courage to say, "Where is he? Why does he not write?" "Let us think about him, mother, but not speak of him. You are ill you, before all." "All" meant "him." "My child," said Madame Grandet, "I do not wish to live. God protects me and enables me to look with joy to the end of my misery." Every utterance of this woman was unfalteringly pious and Christian.
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