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Vauquer was lighting a fire in the stove with some assistance from Vautrin, who kept humming to himself: "The same old story everywhere, A roving heart and a roving glance." When everything was ready, Mme. Couture and Mlle. Taillefer came in. "Where have you been this morning, fair lady?" said Mme. Vauquer, turning to Mme. Couture. "We have just been to say our prayers at Saint-Etienne du Mont.
The words were uttered in Vautrin's deep voice, and Vautrin appeared at the door as he spoke. "Oh! how you startled me!" Mme. Couture and Mme. Vauquer exclaimed together. "I might make a worse choice," said Rastignac, laughing. Vautrin's voice had thrown him into the most painful agitation that he had yet known. "No bad jokes, gentlemen!" said Mme. Couture. "My dear, let us go upstairs." Mme.
Warned by the failure of Vautrin, Balzac took the most minute care in arranging for the opening night audience which he relied upon to sweep Quinola heavenward on a mounting wave of glory.
Come, you Turk!" he added, looking at Christophe, who did not offer to stir. "Christophe! Here! What, you don't answer to your own name? Bring us some liquor, Turk!" "Here it is, sir," said Christophe, holding out the bottle. Vautrin filled Eugene's glass and Goriot's likewise, then he deliberately poured out a few drops into his own glass, and sipped it while his two neighbors drank their wine.
Vauquer recovered miraculously. She sat up and folded her arms; her eyes were wide open now, and there was no sign of tears in them. "Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear sir? There is M. Vautrin Goodness," she cried, interrupting herself, "I can't help calling him by the name he passed himself off by for an honest man!
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.
"Just as you please, my fine fellow; I did think you were so weak-minded," said Vautrin, "I shall say no more about it. One last word, however," and he looked hard at the student "you have my secret," he said. "A young man who refuses your offer knows that he must forget it." "Quite right, quite right; I am glad to hear you say so. Somebody else might not be so scrupulous, you see.
"What! your best stays just after dinner, madame?" said Sylvie. "No, you can get some one else to lace you. I am not going to be your murderer. It's a rash thing to do, and might cost you your life." "I don't care, I must do honor to M. Vautrin." "Are you so fond of your heirs as all that?" "Come, Sylvie, don't argue," said the widow, as she left the room.
The only special presentation that was made among the guests was that of Desroches to Vautrin, which Bixiou made in the following lively formula: "Maitre Desroches, the most intelligent solicitor of modern times Comte Halphertius of Sweden."
And the next evening, as they were sauntering slowly through the darkening lanes to the windmill, to see the life-lights flash out all round the horizon, it happened that they met the doctor just turning out of his gate. "Hello, doctor! How's old Mme. Vautrin to-day?" asked Graeme. "She's going on all right," said the doctor, with a touch of surprise.
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