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"Give me my bodice, and be quick and get breakfast ready. Dish up the rest of the mutton with the potatoes, and you can put the stewed pears on the table, those at five a penny." A few moments later Mme. Vauquer came down, just in time to see the cat knock down a plate that covered a bowl of milk, and begin to lap in all haste. "Mistigris!" she cried.
"Round a pretty woman's neck, you mean," said Mlle Michonneau, hastily. "Just go away, M. Poiret. It is a woman's duty to nurse you men when you are ill. Besides, for all the good you are doing, you may as well take yourself off," she added. "Mme. Vauquer and I will take great care of dear M. Vautrin." Poiret went out on tiptoe without a murmur, like a dog kicked out of the room by his master.
A straight path beneath the walls on either side of the garden leads to a clump of lime-trees at the further end of it; line-trees, as Mme. Vauquer persists in calling them, in spite of the fact that she was a de Conflans, and regardless of repeated corrections from her lodgers.
Mme. de Nucingen's carriage was waiting for her, and Father Goriot and the student walked back to the Maison Vauquer, talking of Delphine, and warming over their talk till there grew up a curious rivalry between the two violent passions. Eugene could not help seeing that the father's self-less love was deeper and more steadfast than his own.
But if M. Eugene has a mind to pay for it, I have some currant cordial." "That currant cordial of hers is as bad as a black draught," muttered the medical student. "Shut up, Bianchon," exclaimed Rastignac; "the very mention of black draught makes me feel . Yes, champagne, by all means; I will pay for it," he added. "Sylvie," called Mme. Vauquer, "bring in some biscuits, and the little cakes."
The door bell rang at that moment, and Vautrin came through the sitting-room, singing loudly: "'Tis the same old story everywhere, A roving heart and a roving glance.. "Oh! Mamma Vauquer! good-morning!" he cried at the sight of his hostess, and he put his arm gaily round her waist. "There! have done " "'Impertinence! Say it!" he answered. "Come, say it! Now, isn't that what you really mean?
Vauquer, addressing Vautrin and the rest of the circle. "He is ruining himself for those women, that is plain." "Nothing will ever make me believe that that beautiful Comtesse de Restaud is anything to Father Goriot," cried the student. "Well, and if you don't," broke in Vautrin, "we are not set on convincing you.
Vauquer, "just imagine it; he did not even ask Victorine to sit down, she was standing the whole time. The little thing threw herself at her father's feet and spoke up bravely; she said that she only persevered in her visits for her mother's sake; that she would obey him without a murmur, but that she begged him to read her poor dead mother's farewell letter.
"This was my wife's present to me on the first anniversary of our wedding day," he said to Mme. Vauquer, as he put away a little silver posset dish, with two turtle-doves billing on the cover. "Poor dear! she spent on it all the money she had saved before we were married. Do you know, I would sooner scratch the earth with my nails for a living, madame, than part with that.
"Go to bed. To-morrow our happy life will begin." Next day, Goriot and Rastignac were ready to leave the lodging-house, and only awaited the good pleasure of a porter to move out of it; but towards noon there was a sound of wheels in the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Genevieve, and a carriage stopped before the door of the Maison Vauquer.
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