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Perhaps there are people who know that they have nothing more to look for from those with whom they live； they have shown the emptiness of their hearts to their housemates； and in their secret selves they are conscious that they are severely judged； and that they deserve to be judged severely； but still they feel an unconquerable craving for praises that they do not hear； or they are consumed by a desire to appear to possess； in the eyes of a new audience； the qualities which they have not； hoping to win the admiration or affection of strangers at the risk of forfeiting it again some day。 Or； once more； there are other mercenary natures who never do a kindness to a friend or a relation simply because these have a claim upon them； while a service done to a stranger brings its reward to self…love。 Such natures feel but little affection for those who are nearest to them； they keep their kindness for remoter circles of acquaintance； and show most to those who dwell on its utmost limits。 Mme。 Vauquer belonged to both these essentially mean； false； and execrable classes。
〃If I had been there at the time；〃 Vautrin would say at the end of the story； I would have shown her up； and that misfortune would not have befallen you。 I know that kind of phiz！〃
Like all narrow natures； Mme。 Vauquer was wont to confine her attention to events； and did not go very deeply into the causes that brought them about； she likewise preferred to throw the blame of her own mistakes on other people； so she chose to consider that the honest vermicelli maker was responsible for her misfortune。 It had opened her eyes； so she said； with regard to him。 As soon as she saw that her blandishments were in vain； and that her outlay on her toilette was money thrown away； she was not slow to discover the reason of his indifference。 It became plain to her at once that there was SOME OTHER ATTRACTION； to use her own expression。 In short； it was evident that the hope she had so fondly cherished was a baseless delusion； and that she would 〃never make anything out of that man yonder；〃 in the Countess' forcible phrase。 The Countess seemed to have been a judge of character。 Mme。 Vauquer's aversion was naturally more energetic than her friendship； for her hatred was not in proportion to her love； but to her disappointed expectations。 The human heart may find here and there a resting…place short of the highest height of affection； but we seldom stop in the steep； downward slope of hatred。 Still； M。 Goriot was a lodger； and the widow's wounded self…love could not vent itself in an explosion of wrath； like a monk harassed by the prior of his convent； she was forced to stifle her sighs of disappointment； and to gulp down her craving for revenge。 Little minds find gratification for their feelings； benevolent or otherwise； by a constant exercise of petty ingenuity。 The widow employed her woman's malice to devise a system of covert persecution。 She began by a course of retrenchmentvarious luxuries which had found their way to the table appeared there no more。
〃No more gherkins； no more anchovies； they have made a fool of me！〃 she said to Sylvie one morning； and they returned to the old bill of fare。
The thrifty frugality necessary to those who mean to make their way in the world had become an inveterate habit of life with M。 Goriot。 Soup； boiled beef； and a dish of vegetables had been； and always would be； the dinner he liked best； so Mme。 Vauquer found it very difficult to annoy a boarder whose tastes were so simple。 He was proof against her malice； and in desperation she spoke to him and of him slightingly before the other lodgers； who began to amuse themselves at his expense； and so gratified her desire for revenge。
Towards the end of the first year the widow's suspicions had reached such a pitch that she began to wonder how it was that a retired merchant with a secure income of seven or eight thousand livres； the owner of such magnificent plate and jewelry handsome enough for a kept mistress； should be living in her house。 Why should he devote so small a proportion of his money to his expenses？ Until the first year was nearly at an end； Goriot had dined out once or twice every week； but these occasions came less frequently； and at last he was scarcely absent from the dinner… table twice a month。 It was hardly expected that Mme。 Vauquer should regard the increased regularity of her boarder's habits with complacency； when those little excursions of his had been so much to her interest。 She attributed the change not so much to a gradual diminution of fortune as to a spiteful wish to annoy his hostess。 It is one of the most detestable habits of a Liliputian mind to credit other people with its own malignant pettiness。
Unluckily； towards the end of the second year； M。 Goriot's conduct gave some color to the idle talk about him。 He asked Mme。 Vauquer to give him a room on the second floor； and to make a corresponding reduction in her charges。 Apparently； such strict economy was called for； that he did without a fire all through the winter。 Mme。 Vauquer asked to be paid in advance； an arrangement to which M。 Goriot consented； and thenceforward she spoke of him as 〃Father Goriot。〃
What had brought about this decline and fall？ Conjecture was keen； but investigation was difficult。 Father Goriot was not communicative； in the sham countess' phrase he was 〃a curmudgeon。〃 Empty…headed people who babble about their own affairs because they have nothing else to occupy them； naturally conclude that if people say nothing of their doings it is because their doings will not bear being talked about； so the highly respectable merchant became a scoundrel； and the late beau was an old rogue。 Opinion fluctuated。 Sometimes； according to Vautrin； who came about this time to live in the Maison Vauquer； Father Goriot was a man who went on 'Change and DABBLED （to use the sufficiently expressive language of the Stock Exchange） in stocks and shares after he had ruined himself by heavy speculation。 Sometimes it was held that he was one of those petty gamblers who nightly play for small stakes until they win a few francs。 A theory that he was a detective in the employ of the Home Office found favor at one time； but Vautrin urged that 〃Goriot was not sharp enough for one of that sort。〃 There were yet other solutions； Father Goriot was a skinflint； a shark of a money… lender； a man who lived by selling lottery tickets。 He was by turns all the most mysterious brood of vice and shame and misery； yet； however vile his life might be； the feeling of repulsion which he aroused in others was not so strong that he must be banished from their societyhe paid his way。 Besides； Goriot had his uses； every one vented his spleen or sharpened his wit on him； he was pelted with jokes and belabored with hard words。 The general consensus of opinion was in favor of a theory which seemed the most likely； this was Mme。 Vauquer's view。 According to her； the man so well preserved at his time of life； as sound as her eyesight； with whom a woman might be very happy； was a libertine who had strange tastes。 These are the facts upon which Mme。 Vauquer's slanders were based。
Early one morning； some few months after the departure of the unlucky Countess who had managed to live for six months at the widow's expense； Mme。 Vauquer （not yet dressed） heard the rustle of a silk dress and a young woman's light footstep on the stair； some one was going to Goriot's room。 He seemed to expect the visit； for his door stood ajar。 The portly Sylvie presently came up to tell her mistress that a girl too pretty to be honest； 〃dressed like a goddess；〃 and not a speck of mud on her laced cashmere boots； had glided in from the street like a snake； had found the kitchen； and asked for M。 Goriot's room。 Mme。 Vauquer and the cook； listening； overheard several words affectionately spoken during the visit； which lasted for some time。 When M。 Goriot went downstairs with the lady； the stout Sylvie forthwith took her basket and followed the lover…like couple； under pretext of going to do her marketing。
〃M。 Goriot must be awfully rich； all the same； madame；〃 she reported on her return； 〃to keep her in such style。 Just imagine it！ There was a splendid carriage waiting at the corner of the Place de l'Estrapade； and SHE got into it。〃
While they were at dinner that evening； Mme。 Vauquer went to the window and drew the curtain； as the sun was shining into Goriot's eyes。
〃You are beloved of fair ladies； M。 Goriotthe sun seeks you out；〃 she said； alluding to his visitor。 〃Peste！ you have good taste； she was very pretty。〃
〃That was my daughter；〃 he said； with a kind of pride in his voice； and the rest chose to consider this as the fatuity of an old man who wishes to save appearances。
A month after this visit M。 Goriot received another。 The same daughter who had come to see him that morning came again after dinner； this time in evening dress。 The boarders； in deep discussion in the dining…room； caught a glimpse of a lovely； fair…haired woman； slender； graceful； and much too distinguished… looking to be a daughter of Father Goriot's。
〃Two of them！〃 cried the portly Sylvie； who did not recognize the lady of the first visit。
A few days later； and anot