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Monsieur des Grassins offered Grandet a pinch of snuff, took one himself, shook off the grains as they fell on the ribbon of the Legion of honor which was attached to the button-hole of his blue surtout; then he looked at the Cruchots with an air that seemed to say, "Parry that thrust if you can!"
"I see," continued le bon mari, "you cannot guess of whom I speak; but when I tell you of Amelie Grandet, your memory will, perhaps, be better." "Amelie Grandet!" said I, with a stage start. I need not say that I had never heard the name before. "Amelie Grandet here!" "Yes, that she is," said the manager, rubbing his hands; "and my wife, too" "Married! Amelie Grandet married!
The creditor is a good deal like the sparrow on whose tail confiding children are invited to put salt, with this difference, that he applies the image to his claim, the proceeds of which he is never able to lay hold of. Grandet had studied the atmospheric variations of creditors, and the creditors of his brother justified all his calculations.
There was not a person in that numerous assembly who was unmoved by these words. The president turned pale, and was forced to sit down. "The president gets the millions," said Mademoiselle de Gribeaucourt. "It is plain enough; the president marries Mademoiselle Grandet," cried Madame d'Orsonval. "All the trumps in one hand," said the abbe. "A love game," said the notary.
"Where did you get all that sugar?" "Nanon fetched it from Fessard's; there was none." It is impossible to picture the profound interest the three women took in this mute scene. Nanon had left her kitchen and stood looking into the room to see what would happen. Charles, having tasted his coffee, found it bitter and glanced about for the sugar, which Grandet had already put away.
Too excited, however, to remain long in one place, he got up, looked at the portrait of Monsieur de la Bertelliere, and began to sing, doing what Nanon called his dancing steps, "Dans les gardes francaises J'avais un bon papa." Nanon, Madame Grandet, and Eugenie looked at each other in silence. The hilarity of the master always frightened them when it reached its climax. The evening was soon over.
"Maitre Cruchot, see how much ground this tree once took up! Jean," he cried to a laborer, "m-m-measure with your r-r-rule, b-both ways." "Four times eight feet," said the man. "Thirty-two feet lost," said Grandet to Cruchot. "I had three hundred poplars in this one line, isn't that so?
He left the two children, as he called Charles and Eugenie, free to conduct themselves as they pleased, under the eye of Madame Grandet, in whom he had implicit confidence as to all that concerned public and religious morality.
Eugenie sprang upon a knife that was close at hand. "Well, what now?" said Grandet coldly, with a callous smile. "Oh, you are killing me!" said the mother. "Father, if your knife so much as cuts a fragment of that gold, I will stab myself with this one! You have already driven my mother to her death; you will now kill your child! Do as you choose! Wound for wound!"
"If you need to go out, call Nanon; without her, beware! the dog would eat you up without a word. Sleep well. Good-night. Ha! why, they have made you a fire!" he cried. At this moment Nanon appeared with the warming pan. "Here's something more!" said Monsieur Grandet. "Do you take my nephew for a lying-in woman? Carry off your brazier, Nanon!"
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