"For him! for him!" she cried within her, "I would die a thousand deaths."At this thought, she shot a glance at her mother which flamed with courage.
"Clear away," said Grandet to Nanon when, about eleven o'clock, breakfast was over, "but leave the table. We can spread your little treasure upon it," he said, looking at Eugenie. "Little? Faith! no; it isn't little. You possess, in actual value, five thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine francs and the forty I gave you just now. That makes six thousand francs, less one. Well, now see here, little one! I'll give you that one franc to make up the round number. Hey! what are you listening for, Nanon? Mind your own business; go and do your work."Nanon disappeared.
"Now listen, Eugenie; you must give me back your gold. You won't refuse your father, my little girl, hein?"The two women were dumb.
"I have no gold myself. I had some, but it is all gone. I'll give you in return six thousand francs in /livres/, and you are to put them just where I tell you. You mustn't think anything more about your 'dozen.' When I marry you (which will be soon) I shall get you a husband who can give you the finest 'dozen' ever seen in the provinces. Now attend to me, little girl. There's a fine chance for you; you can put your six thousand francs into government funds, and you will receive every six months nearly two hundred francs interest, without taxes, or repairs, or frost, or hail, or floods, or anything else to swallow up the money. Perhaps you don't like to part with your gold, hey, my girl? Never mind, bring it to me all the same. I'll get you some more like it,--like those Dutch coins and the /portugaises/, the rupees of Mogul, and the /genovines/,--I'll give you some more on your fete-days, and in three years you'll have got back half your little treasure. What's that you say? Look up, now. Come, go and get it, the precious metal. You ought to kiss me on the eyelids for telling you the secrets and the mysteries of the life and death of money. Yes, silver and gold live and swarm like men; they come, and go, and sweat, and multiply--"Eugenie rose; but after making a few steps towards the door she turned abruptly, looked her father in the face, and said,--"I have not got /my/ gold."
"You have not got your gold!" cried Grandet, starting up erect, like a horse that hears a cannon fired beside him.
"No, I have not got it."
"You are mistaken, Eugenie."
"No."
"By the shears of my father!"
Whenever the old man swore that oath the rafters trembled.
"Holy Virgin! Madame is turning pale," cried Nanon.
"Grandet, your anger will kill me," said the poor mother.
"Ta, ta, ta, ta! nonsense; you never die in your family! Eugenie, what have you done with your gold?" he cried, rushing upon her.
"Monsieur," said the daughter, falling at Madame Grandet's knees, "my mother is ill. Look at her; do not kill her."Grandet was frightened by the pallor which overspread his wife's face, usually so yellow.
"Nanon, help me to bed," said the poor woman in a feeble voice; "I am dying--"Nanon gave her mistress an arm, Eugenie gave her another; but it was only with infinite difficulty that they could get her upstairs, she fell with exhaustion at every step. Grandet remained alone. However, in a few moments he went up six or eight stairs and called out,--"Eugenie, when your mother is in bed, come down.""Yes, father."
She soon came, after reassuring her mother.
"My daughter," said Grandet, "you will now tell me what you have done with your gold.""My father, if you make me presents of which I am not the sole mistress, take them back," she answered coldly, picking up the napoleon from the chimney-piece and offering it to him.
Grandet seized the coin and slipped it into his breeches' pocket.
"I shall certainly never give you anything again. Not so much as that!" he said, clicking his thumb-nail against a front tooth. "Do you dare to despise your father? have you no confidence in him? Don't you know what a father is? If he is nothing for you, he is nothing at all.
Where is your gold?"
"Father, I love and respect you, in spite of your anger; but I humbly ask you to remember that I am twenty-three years old. You have told me often that I have attained my majority, and I do not forget it. I have used my money as I chose to use it, and you may be sure that it was put to a good use--""What use?"
"That is an inviolable secret," she answered. "Have you no secrets?""I am the head of the family; I have my own affairs.""And this is mine."
"It must be something bad if you can't tell it to your father, Mademoiselle Grandet.""It is good, and I cannot tell it to my father.""At least you can tell me when you parted with your gold?"Eugenie made a negative motion with her head.
"You had it on your birthday, hein?"
She grew as crafty through love as her father was through avarice, and reiterated the negative sign.
"Was there ever such obstinacy! It's a theft," cried Grandet, his voice going up in a crescendo which gradually echoed through the house. "What! here, in my own home, under my very eyes, somebody has taken your gold!--the only gold we have!--and I'm not to know who has got it! Gold is a precious thing. Virtuous girls go wrong sometimes, and give--I don't know what; they do it among the great people, and even among the bourgeoisie. But give their gold!--for you have given it to some one, hein?--"Eugenie was silent and impassive.
"Was there ever such a daughter? Is it possible that I am your father?
If you have invested it anywhere, you must have a receipt--""Was I free--yes or no--to do what I would with my own? Was it not mine?""You are a child."
"Of age."
