. Comédie humaine; ed. by George Saintsbury . enly appeared in Mme. Grandets room. He wasright ; she was stroking Eugénies hair, and the girl laywith her face hidden in her mothers breast. Poor child ! Never mind, your father will relent. Shc has no longer a father ! said the cooper. Is itreally possible, Mme. Grandet, that we hâve brought sucha disobedient daughter into the world ? A prettybringing up ; and pious, too, above ail things ! Well !how is it you are not in your room ? Come, off to prisonwith you ; to prison, miss. Do you mean to take my daughter away from me,sir ? said Mme. Grande
. Comédie humaine; ed. by George Saintsbury . enly appeared in Mme. Grandets room. He wasright ; she was stroking Eugénies hair, and the girl laywith her face hidden in her mothers breast. Poor child ! Never mind, your father will relent. Shc has no longer a father ! said the cooper. Is itreally possible, Mme. Grandet, that we hâve brought sucha disobedient daughter into the world ? A prettybringing up ; and pious, too, above ail things ! Well !how is it you are not in your room ? Come, off to prisonwith you ; to prison, miss. Do you mean to take my daughter away from me,sir ? said Mme. Grandet, as she raised a flushed faceand bright, feverish eyes. If you want to keep her, take her along with you,and the house will be rid of you both at once. . .Tonnerre ! Where is the gold ? What has become ofthe gold ? Eugénie rose to her feet, looked proudly at her father,and went into her room j the goodman turned the keyin the door, * Nanon ! he shouted, * you can rake out the fire inthe parlour ; then he came back and sat down in an \. Eugénie Grandet 175 easy-chair that stood between the fire and his wifes bed-side, saying as he did so, Of course she gave her gold tothat misérable seducer Charles, who only cared for ourmoney. Mme. Grandets love for her daughter gave hercourage in the face of this danger ; to ail appearance shew^as deaf, dumb, and blind to ail that was implied by thisspeech. She turned on her bed so as to avoid the angryglitter of her husbands eyes. I knevi^ nothing about ail this, she said. Youranger makes me so ill, that if my forebodings cometrue I shall only leave this room when they carry meout feet foremost. I think you might hâve spared methis scène, sir. I, at ail events, hâve never caused youany vexation. Your daughter loves you, and I am sureshe is as innocent as a new-born babe ; so do not makeher misérable, and take back your word. This cold isterribly sharp ; it might make her seriously ill. I shall neither see her nor speak to her. She
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