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More ideas surged through her head in one quarter of an hour than she had ever had since she came into the world. "Mamma," she said, "my cousin will never bear the smell of a tallow candle; suppose we buy a wax one?" And she darted, swift as a bird, to get the five-franc piece which she had just received for her monthly expenses. "Here, Nanon," she cried, "quick!" "What will your father say?"
As for you, Eugenie," he added, facing her, "don't speak of this again, or I'll send you to the Abbaye des Noyers with Nanon, see if I don't; and no later than to-morrow either, if you disobey me! Where is that fellow, has he come down yet?" "No, my friend," answered Madame Grandet. "What is he doing then?" "He is weeping for his father," said Eugenie.
At the moment when Madame Grandet had won a loto of sixteen sous, the largest ever pooled in that house, and while la Grande Nanon was laughing with delight as she watched madame pocketing her riches, the knocker resounded on the house-door with such a noise that the women all jumped in their chairs. "There is no man in Saumur who would knock like that," said the notary.
This terrible remonstrance was uttered by Madame Grandet as she beheld her daughter armed with an old Sevres sugar-basin which Grandet had brought home from the chateau of Froidfond. "And where will you get the sugar? Are you crazy?" "Mamma, Nanon can buy some sugar as well as the candle." "But your father?" "Surely his nephew ought not to go without a glass of eau sucree?
When Pere Grandet had shut the door he called Nanon. "Don't let the dog loose, and don't go to bed; we have work to do together. At eleven o'clock Cornoiller will be at the door with the chariot from Froidfond. Listen for him and prevent his knocking; tell him to come in softly. Police regulations don't allow nocturnal racket.
If you are not to come to Paris in February, I shall go to see you at the end of January, before going back to the Pan Monceau; I promise. The princess has written me to ask if you were at Nohant. She wants to write to you. My niece Caroline, to whom I have just given Nanon to read, is enchanted with it. What struck her was the "youth" of the book. The criticism seems true to me.
"The king will be his cousin, won't he?" said Nanon, la Grande Nanon, Madame Cornoiller, bourgeoise of Saumur, as she listened to her mistress, who was recounting the honors to which she was called. He died eight days after his election as deputy of Saumur.
"Ah! you have the voice and manner of your deceased father," Madame des Grassins replied. "Madame, you have eight thousand francs to pay us," said Nanon, producing Charles's cheque. "That's true; have the kindness to come with me now, Madame Cornoiller."
This cruel pity, recalling, as it did, a thousand pleasures to the heart of the old cooper, was for Nanon the sum total of happiness. Who does not likewise say, "Poor Nanon!" God will recognize his angels by the inflexions of their voices and by their secret sighs.
This remorse, though her mother soothed it, bound her still closer to her love. Every morning, as soon as her father left the house, she went to the bedside of her mother, and there Nanon brought her breakfast. The poor girl, sad, and suffering through the sufferings of her mother, would turn her face to the old servant with a mute gesture, weeping, and yet not daring to speak of her cousin.
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