eugenie grandet(欧也妮·葛朗台)-第31部分

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despotic　spirit　had　grown　in　proportion　to　his　avarice；　and　to　part
with　the　control　of　the　smallest　fraction　of　his　property　at　the　death
of　his　wife　seemed　to　him　a　thing　〃against　nature。〃　To　declare　his
fortune　to　his　daughter；　to　give　an　inventory　of　his　property；　landed
and　personal；　for　the　purposes　of　division
〃Why；〃　he　cried　aloud　in　the　midst　of　a　field　where　he　was　pretending
to　examine　a　vine；　〃it　would　be　cutting　my　throat！〃
He　came　at　last　to　a　decision；　and　returned　to　Saumur　in　time　for
dinner；　resolved　to　unbend　to　Eugenie；　and　pet　and　coax　her；　that　he
might　die　regally；　holding　the　reins　of　his　millions　in　his　own　hands
so　long　as　the　breath　was　in　his　body。　At　the　moment　when　the　old　man；
who　chanced　to　have　his　pass…key　in　his　pocket；　opened　the　door　and
climbed　with　a　stealthy　step　up　the　stairway　to　go　into　his　wife's
room；　Eugenie　had　brought　the　beautiful　dressing…case　from　the　oak
cabinet　and　placed　it　on　her　mother's　bed。　Mother　and　daughter；　in
Grandet's　absence；　allowed　themselves　the　pleasure　of　looking　for　a
likeness　to　Charles　in　the　portrait　of　his　mother。
〃It　is　exactly　his　forehead　and　his　mouth；〃　Eugenie　was　saying　as　the
old　man　opened　the　door。　At　the　look　which　her　husband　cast　upon　the
gold；　Madame　Grandet　cried　out；
〃O　God；　have　pity　upon　us！〃
The　old　man　sprang　upon　the　box　as　a　famished　tiger　might　spring　upon
a　sleeping　child。
〃What's　this？〃　he　said；　snatching　the　treasure　and　carrying　it　to　the
window。　〃Gold；　good　gold！〃　he　cried。　〃All　gold；it　weighs　two　pounds！
Ha；　ha！　Charles　gave　you　that　for　your　money；　did　he？　Hein！　Why　didn't
you　tell　me　so？　It　was　a　good　bargain；　little　one！　Yes；　you　are　my
daughter；　I　see　that〃　Eugenie　trembled　in　every　limb。　〃This　came
from　Charles；　of　course；　didn't　it？〃　continued　the　old　man。
〃Yes；　father；　it　is　not　mine。　It　is　a　sacred　trust。〃
〃Ta；　ta；　ta；　ta！　He　took　your　fortune；　and　now　you　can　get　it　back。〃
〃Father！〃
Grandet　took　his　knife　to　pry　out　some　of　the　gold；　to　do　this；　he
placed　the　dressing…case　on　a　chair。　Eugenie　sprang　forward　to　recover
it；　but　her　father；　who　had　his　eye　on　her　and　on　the　treasure　too；
pushed　her　back　so　violently　with　a　thrust　of　his　arm　that　she　fell
upon　her　mother's　bed。
〃Monsieur；　monsieur！〃　cried　the　mother；　lifting　herself　up。
Grandet　had　opened　his　knife；　and　was　about　to　apply　it　to　the　gold。
〃Father！〃　cried　Eugenie；　falling　on　her　knees　and　dragging　herself
close　to　him　with　clasped　hands；　〃father；　in　the　name　of　all　the
saints　and　the　Virgin！　in　the　name　of　Christ　who　died　upon　the　cross！
in　the　name　of　your　eternal　salvation；　father！　for　my　life's　sake；
father！do　not　touch　that！　It　is　neither　yours　nor　mine。　It　is　a
trust　placed　in　my　hands　by　an　unhappy　relation：　I　must　give　it　back
to　him　uninjured！〃
〃If　it　is　a　trust；　why　were　you　looking　at　it？　To　look　at　it　is　as　bad
as　touching　it。〃
〃Father；　don't　destroy　it；　or　you　will　disgrace　me！　Father；　do　you
hear？〃
〃Oh；　have　pity！〃　said　the　mother。
〃Father！〃　cried　Eugenie　in　so　startling　a　voice　that　Nanon　ran
upstairs　terrified。　Eugenie　sprang　upon　a　knife　that　was　close　at
hand。
〃Well；　what　now？〃　said　Grandet　coldly；　with　a　callous　smile。
〃Oh；　you　are　killing　me！〃　said　the　mother。
〃Father；　if　your　knife　so　much　as　cuts　a　fragment　of　that　gold；　I　will
stab　myself　with　this　one！　You　have　already　driven　my　mother　to　her
death；　you　will　now　kill　your　child！　Do　as　you　choose！　Wound　for
wound！〃
Grandet　held　his　knife　over　the　dressing…case　and　hesitated　as　he
looked　at　his　daughter。
〃Are　you　capable　of　doing　it；　Eugenie？〃　he　said。
〃Yes；　yes！〃　said　the　mother。
〃She'll　do　it　if　she　says　so！〃　cried　Nanon。　〃Be　reasonable；　monsieur；
for　once　in　your　life。〃
The　old　man　looked　at　the　gold　and　then　at　his　daughter　alternately
for　an　instant。　Madame　Grandet　fainted。
〃There！　don't　you　see；　monsieur；　that　madame　is　dying？〃　cried　Nanon。
〃Come；　come；　my　daughter；　we　won't　quarrel　for　a　box！　Here；　take　it！〃
he　cried　hastily；　flinging　the　case　upon　the　bed。　〃Nanon；　go　and　fetch
Monsieur　Bergerin！　Come；　mother；〃　said　he；　kissing　his　wife's　hand；
〃it's　all　over！　There！　we've　made　uphaven't　we；　little　one？　No　more
dry　bread；　you　shall　have　all　you　wantAh；　she　opens　her　eyes！　Well；
mother；　little　mother；　come！　See；　I'm　kissing　Eugenie！　She　loves　her
cousin；　and　she　may　marry　him　if　she　wants　to；　she　may　keep　his　case。
But　don't　die；　mother；　live　a　long　time　yet；　my　poor　wife！　Come；　try
to　move！　Listen！　you　shall　have　the　finest　altar　that　ever　was　made　in
Saumur。〃
〃Oh；　how　can　you　treat　your　wife　and　daughter　so！〃　said　Madame　Grandet
in　a　feeble　voice。
〃I　won't　do　so　again；　never　again；〃　cried　her　husband；　〃you　shall　see；
my　poor　wife！〃　He　went　to　his　inner　room　and　returned　with　a　handful
of　louis；　which　he　scattered　on　the　bed。　〃Here；　Eugenie！　see；　wife！
all　these　are　for　you；〃　he　said；　fingering　the　coins。　〃Come；　be　happy；
wife！　feel　better；　get　well；　you　sha'n't　want　for　anything；　nor
Eugenie　either。　Here's　a　hundred　/louis　d'or/　for　her。　You　won't　give
these　away；　will　you；　Eugenie；　hein？〃
Madame　Grandet　and　her　daughter　looked　at　each　other　in　astonishment。
〃Take　back　your　money；　father；　we　ask　for　nothing　but　your　affection。〃
〃Well；　well；　that's　right！〃　he　said；　pocketing　the　coins；　〃let's　be
good　friends！　We　will　all　go　down　to　dinner　to…day；　and　we'll　play
loto　every　evening　for　two　sous。　You　shall　both　be　happy。　Hey；　wife？〃
〃Alas！　I　wish　I　could；　if　it　would　give　you　pleasure；〃　said　the　dying
woman；　〃but　I　cannot　rise　from　my　bed。〃
〃Poor　mother；〃　said　Grandet；　〃you　don't　know　how　I　love　you！　and　you
too；　my　daughter！〃　He　took　her　in　his　arms　and　kissed　her。　〃Oh；　how
good　it　is　to　kiss　a　daughter　when　we　have　been　angry　with　her！　There；
mother；　don't　you　see　it's　all　over　now？　Go　and　put　that　away；
Eugenie；〃　he　added；　pointing　to　the　case。　〃Go；　don't　be　afraid！　I
shall　never　speak　of　it　again；　never！〃
Monsieur　Bergerin；　the　celebrated　doctor　of　Saumur；　presently　arrived。
After　an　examination；　he　told　Grandet　positively　that　his　wife　was
very　ill；　but　that　perfect　peace　of　mind；　a　generous　diet；　and　great
care　might　prolong　her　life　until　the　autumn。
〃Will　all　that　cost　much？〃　said　the　old　man。　〃Will　she　need
medicines？〃
〃Not　much　medicine；　but　a　great　deal　of　care；〃　answered　the　doctor；
who　could　scarcely　restrain　a　smile。
〃Now；　Monsieur　Bergerin；〃　said　Grandet；　〃you　are　a　man　of　honor；　are
not　you？　I　trust　to　you！　Come　and　see　my　wife　how　and　when　you　think
necessary。　Save　my　good　wife！　I　love　her；don't　you　see？though　I
never　talk　about　it；　I　keep　things　to　myself。　I'm　full　of　trouble。
Troubles　began　when　my　brother　died；　I　have　to　spend　enormous　sums　on
his　affairs　in　Paris。　Why；　I'm　paying　through　my　nose；　there's　no　end
to　it。　Adieu；　monsieur！　If　you　can　save　my　wife；　save　her。　I'll　spare
no　expense；　not　even　if　it　costs　me　a　hundred　or　two　hundred　francs。〃
In　spite　of　Grandet's　fervent　wishes　for　the　health　of　his　wife；　whose
death　threatened　more　than　death　to　him；　in　spite　of　the　consideration
he　now　showed　on　all　occasions　for　the　least　wish　of　his　astonished
wife　and　daughter；　in　spite　of　the　tender　care　which　Eugenie　lavished
upon　her　mother；Madame　Grandet　rapidly　approached　her　end。　Every　day
she　grew　weaker　and　wasted　visibly；　as　women　of　her　age　when　attacked
by　serious　illness　are　wont　to　do。　She　was　fragile　as　the　foliage　in
autumn；　the　radiance　of　heaven　shone　through　her　as　the　sun　strikes
athwart　the　withering　leaves　and　gilds　them。　It　was　a　death　worthy　of
her　life；a　Christian　death；　and　is　not　that　sublime？　In　the　month　of
October；　1822；　her　virtues；　her　angelic　patience；　her　love　for　her
daughter；　seemed　to　find　special　expression；　and　then　she　passed　away
without　a　murmur。　Lamb　without　spot；　she　went　to　heaven；　regretting
only　the　sweet　companion　of　her　cold　and　dreary　life；　for　whom　her
last　glance　seemed　to　prophesy　a　destiny　of　sorrows。　She　shrank　from
leaving　her　ewe…lamb；　white　as　herself；　alone　in　the　midst　of　a
selfish　world　that　sought　to　strip　her　of　her　fleece　and　grasp　her
treasures。
〃My　child；〃　she　said　as　she　expired；　〃there　is　no　happiness　except　in
heaven；　you　will　know　it　some　day。〃

XII
On　the　morrow　of　this　death　Eugenie　felt　a　new　motive　for　attachment
to　the　house　in　which　she　was　born；　where　she　had　suffered　so　much；
where　her　mother　had　just　died。　She　could　not　see　the　window　and　the
chair　on　its　castors　without　weeping。　She　thought　she　had　mistaken　the
heart　of　her　old　father　when　she　found　herself　the　object　of　his
tenderest　cares。　He　came　in　the　morning　and　gave　her　his　arm　to　take
her　to　breakfast；　he　looked　at　her　for　hours　together　with　an　eye　that
was　almost　kind；　he　brooded　over　her　as　though　she　had　been　gold。　The
old　man　was　so　unlike　himself；　he　trembled　so　often　before　his
daughter；　that　Nanon　and　the　Cruchotines；　who　witnessed　his　weakness；
attributed　it　to　his　great　age；　and　feared　that　his　faculties　were
giving　away。　But　the　day　on　which　the　family　put　on　their　mourning；
and　after　dinner；　to　which　meal　Maitre　Cruchot　（the　only　person　who
knew　his　secret）　had　been　invited；　the　conduct　of　the　old　miser　was
explained。
〃My　dear　child；〃　he　said　to　Eugenie　when　the　table　had　been　cleared
and　the　doors　carefully　shut；　〃you　are　now　your　mother's　heiress；　and
we　have　a　few　little　matters　to　settle　between　us。　Isn't　that　so；
Cruchot？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Is　it　necessary　to　talk　of　them　to…day；　father？〃
〃Yes；　yes；　little　one；　I　can't　bear　the　uncertainty　in　which　I'm
placed。　I　think　you　don't　want　to　give　me　pain？〃
〃Oh！　father〃
〃Well；　then！　let　us　settle　it　all　to…night。〃
〃What　is　it　you　wish　me　to　do？〃
〃My　little　girl；　it　is　not　for　me　to　say。　Tell　her；　Cruchot。〃
〃Mademoiselle；　your　father　does　not　wish　to　divide　the　property；　nor
sell　the　estate；　nor　pay　enormous　taxes　on　the　ready　money　which　he
may　possess。　Therefore；　to　avoid　all　this；　he　must　be　released　from
making　the　inventory　of　his　whole　fortune；　part　of　which　you　inherit
from　your　mother；　and　which　is　now　undivided　between　you　and　your
father〃
〃Cruchot；　are　you　quite　sure　of　what　you　are　saying　before　you　tell　it
to　a　mere　child？〃
〃Let　me　tell　it　my　own　way；　Grandet。〃
〃Yes；　yes；　my　friend。　Neither　you　nor　my　daughter　wis