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unconscious。〃
〃Poor young fellow！〃 exclaimed Vautrin。 〃How can people brawl
when they have a certain income of thirty thousand livres？ Young
people have bad manners； and that is a fact。〃
〃Sir！〃 cried Eugene。
〃Well； what then； you big baby！〃 said Vautrin； swallowing down
his coffee imperturbably； an operation which Mlle。 Michonneau
watched with such close attention that she had no emotion to
spare for the amazing news that had struck the others dumb with
amazement。 〃Are there not duels every morning in Paris？〃 added
Vautrin。
〃I will go with you； Victorine；〃 said Mme。 Couture； and the two
women hurried away at once without either hats or shawls。 But
before she went； Victorine； with her eyes full of tears； gave
Eugene a glance that said〃How little I thought that our
happiness should cost me tears！〃
〃Dear me； you are a prophet； M。 Vautrin；〃 said Mme。 Vauquer。
〃I am all sorts of things；〃 said Vautrin。
〃Queer； isn't it？〃 said Mme。 Vauquer； stringing together a
succession of commonplaces suited to the occasion。 〃Death takes
us off without asking us about it。 The young often go before the
old。 It is a lucky thing for us women that we are not liable to
fight duels； but we have other complaints that men don't suffer
from。 We bear children； and it takes a long time to get over it。
What a windfall for Victorine！ Her father will have to
acknowledge her now！〃
〃There！〃 said Vautrin； looking at Eugene； 〃yesterday she had not
a penny； this morning she has several millions to her fortune。〃
〃I say； M。 Eugene！〃 cried Mme。 Vauquer； 〃you have landed on your
feet！〃
At this exclamation； Father Goriot looked at the student； and saw
the crumpled letter still in his hand。
〃You have not read it through！ What does this mean？ Are you going
to be like the rest of them？〃 he asked。
〃Madame； I shall never marry Mlle。 Victorine；〃 said Eugene；
turning to Mme。 Vauquer with an expression of terror and loathing
that surprised the onlookers at this scene。
Father Goriot caught the student's hand and grasped it warmly。 He
could have kissed it。
〃Oh； ho！〃 said Vautrin； 〃the Italians have a good proverbCol
tempo。〃
〃Is there any answer？〃 said Mme。 de Nucingen's messenger；
addressing Eugene。
〃Say that I will come directly。〃
The man went。 Eugene was in a state of such violent excitement
that he could not be prudent。
〃What is to be done？〃 he exclaimed aloud。 〃There are no proofs！〃
Vautrin began to smile。 Though the drug he had taken was doing
its work； the convict was so vigorous that he rose to his feet；
gave Rastignac a look； and said in hollow tones； 〃Luck comes to
us while we sleep； young man；〃 and fell stiff and stark； as if he
were struck dead。
〃So there is a Divine Justice！〃 said Eugene。
〃Well； if ever！ What has come to that poor dear M。 Vautrin？〃
〃A stroke！〃 cried Mlle。 Michonneau。
〃Here； Sylvie！ girl； run for the doctor；〃 called the widow。 〃Oh；
M。 Rastignac； just go for M。 Bianchon； and be as quick as you
can； Sylvie might not be in time to catch our doctor； M。
Grimprel。〃
Rastignac was glad of an excuse to leave that den of horrors； his
hurry for the doctor was nothing but a flight。
〃Here； Christophe； go round to the chemist's and ask for
something that's good for the apoplexy。〃
Christophe likewise went。
〃Father Goriot； just help us to get him upstairs。〃
Vautrin was taken up among them； carried carefully up the narrow
staircase； and laid upon his bed。
〃I can do no good here； so I shall go to see my daughter；〃 said
M。 Goriot。
〃Selfish old thing！〃 cried Mme。 Vauquer。 〃Yes； go； I wish you may
die like a dog。〃
〃Just go and see if you can find some ether；〃 said Mlle。
Michonneau to Mme。 Vauquer； the former； with some help from
Poiret； had unfastened the sick man's clothes。
Mme。 Vauquer went down to her room； and left Mlle。 Michonneau
mistress of the situation。
〃Now！ just pull down his shirt and turn him over； quick！ You
might be of some use in sparing my modesty；〃 she said to Poiret；
〃instead of standing there like a stock。〃
Vautrin was turned over； Mlle。 Michonneau gave his shoulder a
sharp slap； and the two portentous letters appeared； white
against the red。
〃There； you have earned your three thousand francs very easily；〃
exclaimed Poiret； supporting Vautrin while Mlle。 Michonneau
slipped on the shirt again。〃Ouf！ How heavy he is；〃 he added； as
he laid the convict down。
〃Hush！ Suppose there is a strong…box here！〃 said the old maid
briskly； her glances seemed to pierce the walls； she scrutinized
every article of the furniture with greedy eyes。 〃Could we find
some excuse for opening that desk？〃
〃It mightn't be quite right；〃 responded Poiret to this。
〃Where is the harm？ It is money stolen from all sorts of people；
so it doesn't belong to any one now。 But we haven't time； there
is the Vauquer。〃
〃Here is the ether；〃 said that lady。 〃I must say that this is an
eventful day。 Lord！ that man can't have had a stroke； he is as
white as curds。〃
〃White as curds？〃 echoed Poiret。
〃And his pulse is steady；〃 said the widow； laying her hand on his
breast。
〃Steady？〃 said the astonished Poiret。
〃He is all right。〃
〃Do you think so？〃 asked Poiret。
〃Lord！ Yes； he looks as if he were sleeping。 Sylvie has gone for
a doctor。 I say； Mlle。 Michonneau； he is sniffing the ether。
Pooh！ it is only a spasm。 His pulse is good。 He is as strong as a
Turk。 Just look； mademoiselle； what a fur tippet he has on his
chest； that is the sort of man to live till he is a hundred。 His
wig holds on tightly； however。 Dear me！ it is glued on； and his
own hair is red； that is why he wears a wig。 They say that red…
haired people are either the worst or the best。 Is he one of the
good ones； I wonder？〃
〃Good to hang；〃 said Poiret。
〃Round a pretty woman's neck； you mean；〃 said Mlle Michonneau；
hastily。 〃Just go away； M。 Poiret。 It is a woman's duty to nurse
you men when you are ill。 Besides； for all the good you are
doing； you may as well take yourself off；〃 she added。 〃Mme。
Vauquer and I will take great care of dear M。 Vautrin。
Poiret went out on tiptoe without a murmur； like a dog kicked out
of the room by his master。
Rastignac had gone out for the sake of physical exertion； he
wanted to breathe the air； he felt stifled。 Yesterday evening he
had meant to prevent the murder arranged for half…past eight that
morning。 What had happened？ What ought he to do now？ He trembled
to think that he himself might be implicated。 Vautrin's coolness
still further dismayed him。
〃Yet； how if Vautrin should die without saying a word？〃 Rastignac
asked himself。
He hurried along the alleys of the Luxembourg Gardens as if the
hounds of justice were after him； and he already heard the baying
of the pack。
〃Well？〃 shouted Bianchon； 〃you have seen the Pilote？〃
The Pilote was a Radical sheet； edited by M。 Tissot。 It came out
several hours later than the morning papers； and was meant for
the benefit of country subscribers； for it brought the morning
news into provincial districts twenty…four hours sooner than the
ordinary local journals。
〃There is a wonderful history in it；〃 said the house student of
the Hopital Cochin。 〃Young Taillefer called out Count
Franchessini； of the Old Guard； and the Count put a couple of
inches of steel into his forehead。 And here is little Victorine
one of the richest heiresses in Paris！ If we had known that； eh？
What a game of chance death is！ They say Victorine was sweet on
you； was there any truth in it？〃
〃Shut up； Bianchon； I shall never marry her。 I am in love with a
charming woman； and she is in love with me； so〃
〃You said that as if you were screwing yourself up to be faithful
to her。 I should like to see the woman worth the sacrifice of
Master Taillefer's money！〃
〃Are all the devils of hell at my heels？〃 cried Rastignac。
〃What is the matter with you？ Are you mad？ Give us your hand；〃
said Bianchon； 〃and let me feel your pulse。 You are feverish。〃
〃Just go to Mother Vauquer's；〃 said Rastignac； 〃that scoundrel
Vautrin has dropped down like one dead。〃
〃Aha！〃 said Bianchon； leaving Rastignac to his reflections； 〃you
confirm my suspicions； and now I mean to make sure for myself。〃
The law student's long walk was a memorable one for him。 He made
in some sort a survey of his conscience。 After a close scrutiny；
after hesitation and self…examination； his honor at any rate came
out scatheless from this sharp and terrible ordeal； like a bar of
iron tested in the English fashion。 He remembered Father Goriot's
confidences of the evening before； he recollected the rooms taken
for him in the Rue d'Artois； so that he might be near Delphine；
and then he thought of his letter； and read it again and kissed
it。