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Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the dinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. "If you are going to champion Father Goriot, and set up for his responsible editor into the bargain, you had need be a crack shot and know how to handle the foils," he said, banteringly. "So I intend," said Eugene. "Then you are taking the field to-day?" "Perhaps," Rastignac answered.
You are feverish." "Just go to Mother Vauquer's," said Rastignac; "that scoundrel Vautrin has dropped down like one dead." "Aha!" said Bianchon, leaving Rastignac to his reflections, "you confirm my suspicions, and now I mean to make sure for myself." The law student's long walk was a memorable one for him. He made in some sort a survey of his conscience.
"This so-called Vautrin," said the detective, "receives the money belonging to my lords the convicts, invests it for them, and holds it at the disposal of those who escape, or hands it over to their families if they leave a will, or to their mistresses when they draw upon him for their benefit." "Their mistresses! You mean their wives," remarked Poiret. "No, sir.
"You really might be sorry to see me still alive," said Vautrin in Rastignac's ear, thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts. "You must be mighty sure of yourself." "Mlle. Michonneau was talking the day before yesterday about a gentleman named Trompe-la-Mort," said Bianchon; "and, upon my word, that name would do very well for you." Vautrin seemed thunderstruck.
I would do, as Vautrin did, go to the hulks, go " he stopped as if struck by a thunderbolt, and put both hands to his head. "Nothing left!" he cried, tearing his hair. "If I only knew of a way to steal money, but it is so hard to do it, and then you can't set to work by yourself, and it takes time to rob a bank. Yes, it is time I was dead; there is nothing left me to do but to die.
Once have her dowry in your hands, and your character will be as white as the bride's white dress, even in your own eyes." Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that evening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left him, Father Goriot came up and said in his ear, "You look melancholy, my boy; I will cheer you up. Come with me."
"But, Sylvie, you put their names together as if " "As if what?" said Sylvie, bursting into a guffaw. "The two of them make a pair." "It is a strange thing, isn't it, Sylvie, how M. Vautrin got in last night after Christophe had bolted the door?" "Not at all, madame. Christophe heard M. Vautrin, and went down and undid the door. And here are you imagining that ?"
Michonneau watched with such close attention that she had no emotion to spare for the amazing news that had struck the others dumb with amazement. "Are there not duels every morning in Paris?" added Vautrin. "I will go with you, Victorine," said Mme. Couture, and the two women hurried away at once without either hats or shawls.
"Is there any answer?" said Mme. de Nucingen's messenger, addressing Eugene. "Say that I will come directly." The man went. Eugene was in a state of such violent excitement that he could not be prudent. "What is to be done?" he exclaimed aloud. "There are no proofs!" Vautrin began to smile.
Father Goriot raised his head at the words, and gave the two speakers a glance so full of intelligence and uneasiness that the lodgers beheld him with astonishment. "Then Christophe was too late, and she must have gone to him!" cried Goriot, with anguish in his voice. "It is just as I guessed," said Vautrin, leaning over to whisper in Mme. Vauquer's ear.
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