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difficult to guess。 He took some plate himself this morning to
the melting…pot； and I saw him at Daddy Gobseck's in the Rue des
Gres。 And now； mark what followshe came back here； and gave a
letter for the Comtesse de Restaud to that noodle of a
Christophe； who showed us the address； there was a receipted bill
inside it。 It is clear that it was an urgent matter if the
Countess also went herself to the old money lender。 Father Goriot
has financed her handsomely。 There is no need to tack a tale
together； the thing is self…evident。 So that shows you； sir
student； that all the time your Countess was smiling； dancing；
flirting； swaying her peach…flower crowned head； with her gown
gathered into her hand； her slippers were pinching her； as they
say； she was thinking of her protested bills； or her lover's
protested bills。〃
〃You have made me wild to know the truth；〃 cried Eugene； 〃I will
go to call on Mme。 de Restaud to…morrow。〃
〃Yes；〃 echoed Poiret； 〃you must go and call on Mme。 de Restaud。〃
〃And perhaps you will find Father Goriot there； who will take
payment for the assistance he politely rendered。〃
Eugene looked disgusted。 〃Why； then； this Paris of yours is a
slough。〃
〃And an uncommonly queer slough； too；〃 replied Vautrin。 〃The mud
splashes you as you drive through it in your carriageyou are a
respectable person； you go afoot and are splashedyou are a
scoundrel。 You are so unlucky as to walk off with something or
other belonging to somebody else； and they exhibit you as a
curiosity in the Place du Palais…de…Justice； you steal a million；
and you are pointed out in every salon as a model of virtue。 And
you pay thirty millions for the police and the courts of justice；
for the maintenance of law and order！ A pretty slate of things it
is！〃
〃What；〃 cried Mme。 Vauquer； 〃has Father Goriot really melted down
his silver posset…dish？〃
〃There were two turtle…doves on the lid； were there not？〃 asked
Eugene。
〃Yes； that there were。〃
〃Then； was he fond of it？〃 said Eugene。 〃He cried while he was
breaking up the cup and plate。 I happened to see him by
accident。〃
〃It was dear to him as his own life；〃 answered the widow。
〃There！ you see how infatuated the old fellow is！〃 cried Vautrin。
〃The woman yonder can coax the soul out of him〃
The student went up to his room。 Vautrin went out； and a few
moments later Mme。 Couture and Victorine drove away in a cab
which Sylvie had called for them。 Poiret gave his arm to Mlle。
Michonneau； and they went together to spend the two sunniest
hours of the day in the Jardin des Plantes。
〃Well； those two are as good as married；〃 was the portly Sylvie's
comment。 〃They are going out together to…day for the first time。
They are such a couple of dry sticks that if they happen to
strike against each other they will draw sparks like flint and
steel。〃
〃Keep clear of Mlle。 Michonneau's shawl； then； said Mme。 Vauquer；
laughing； 〃it would flare up like tinder。〃
At four o'clock that evening； when Goriot came in； he saw； by the
light of two smoky lamps； that Victorine's eyes were red。 Mme。
Vauquer was listening to the history of the visit made that
morning to M。 Taillefer； it had been made in vain。 Taillefer was
tired of the annual application made by his daughter and her
elderly friend； he gave them a personal interview in order to
arrive at an understanding with them。
〃My dear lady；〃 said Mme。 Couture； addressing Mme。 Vauquer； 〃just
imagine it； he did not even ask Victorine to sit down； she was
standing the whole time。 He said to me quite coolly； without
putting himself in a passion； that we might spare ourselves the
trouble of going there； that the young lady （he would not call
her his daughter） was injuring her cause by importuning him
（IMPORTUNING！ once a year； the wretch！）； that as Victorine's
mother had nothing when he married her； Victorine ought not to
expect anything from him； in fact； he said the most cruel things；
that made the poor child burst out crying。 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。 She took it up and gave
it to him； saying the most beautiful things in the world； most
beautifully expressed； I do not know where she learned them； God
must have put them into her head； for the poor child was inspired
to speak so nicely that it made me cry like a fool to hear her
talk。 And what do you think the monster was doing all the time？
Cutting his nails！ He took the letter that poor Mme。 Taillefer
had soaked with tears； and flung it on to the chimney…piece。
'That is all right；' he said。 He held out his hands to raise his
daughter； but she covered them with kisses； and he drew them away
again。 Scandalous； isn't it？ And his great booby of a son came in
and took no notice of his sister。〃
〃What inhuman wretches they must be！〃 said Father Goriot。
〃And then they both went out of the room；〃 Mme。 Couture went on；
without heeding the worthy vermicelli maker's exclamation；
〃father and son bowed to me； and asked me to excuse them on
account of urgent business！ That is the history of our call。
Well； he has seen his daughter at any rate。 How he can refuse to
acknowledge her I cannot think； for they are as alike as two
peas。〃
The boarders dropped in one after another； interchanging
greetings and empty jokes that certain classes of Parisians
regard as humorous and witty。 Dulness is their prevailing
ingredient； and the whole point consists in mispronouncing a word
or a gesture。 This kind of argot is always changing。 The essence
of the jest consists in some catchword suggested by a political
event； an incident in the police courts； a street song； or a bit
of burlesque at some theatre； and forgotten in a month。 Anything
and everything serves to keep up a game of battledore and
shuttlecock with words and ideas。 The diorama； a recent
invention； which carried an optical illusion a degree further
than panoramas； had given rise to a mania among art students for
ending every word with RAMA。 The Maison Vauquer had caught the
infection from a young artist among the boarders。
〃Well； Monsieur…r…r Poiret；〃 said the employe from the Museum；
〃how is your health…orama？〃 Then； without waiting for an answer；
he turned to Mme。 Couture and Victorine with a 〃Ladies； you seem
melancholy。〃
〃Is dinner ready？〃 cried Horace Bianchon； a medical student； and
a friend of Rastignac's； 〃my stomach is sinking usque ad
talones。〃
〃There is an uncommon frozerama outside；〃 said Vautrin。 〃Make
room there； Father Goriot！ Confound it； your foot covers the
whole front of the stove。〃
〃Illustrious M。 Vautrin；〃 put in Bianchon； 〃why do you say
frozerama？ It is incorrect； it should be frozenrama。〃
〃No； it shouldn't；〃 sai