"Go on eating, Grandet," said the banker; "we can talk. Do you know what gold is worth in Angers? They have come from Nantes after it? Ishall send some of ours."
"Don't send any," said Grandet; "they have got enough. We are such old friends, I ought to save you from such a loss of time.""But gold is worth thirteen francs fifty centimes.""Say /was/ worth--"
"Where the devil have they got any?"
"I went to Angers last night," answered Grandet in a low voice.
The banker shook with surprise. Then a whispered conversation began between the two, during which Grandet and des Grassins frequently looked at Charles. Presently des Grassins gave a start of astonishment; probably Grandet was then instructing him to invest the sum which was to give him a hundred thousand francs a year in the Funds.
"Monsieur Grandet," said the banker to Charles, "I am starting for Paris; if you have any commissions--""None, monsieur, I thank you," answered Charles.
"Thank him better than that, nephew. Monsieur is going to settle the affairs of the house of Guillaume Grandet.""Is there any hope?" said Charles eagerly.
"What!" exclaimed his uncle, with well-acted pride, "are you not my nephew? Your honor is ours. Is not your name Grandet?"Charles rose, seized Pere Grandet, kissed him, turned pale, and left the room. Eugenie looked at her father with admiration.
"Well, good-by, des Grassins; it is all in your hands. Decoy those people as best you can; lead 'em by the nose."The two diplomatists shook hands. The old cooper accompanied the banker to the front door. Then, after closing it, he came back and plunged into his armchair, saying to Nanon,--"Get me some black-currant ratafia."
Too excited, however, to remain long in one place, he got up, looked at the portrait of Monsieur de la Bertelliere, and began to sing, doing what Nanon called his dancing steps,--"Dans les gardes francaises J'avais un bon papa."Nanon, Madame Grandet, and Eugenie looked at each other in silence.
The hilarity of the master always frightened them when it reached its climax. The evening was soon over. Pere Grandet chose to go to bed early, and when he went to bed, everybody else was expected to go too;like as when Augustus drank, Poland was drunk. On this occasion Nanon, Charles, and Eugenie were not less tired than the master. As for Madame Grandet, she slept, ate, drank, and walked according to the will of her husband. However, during the two hours consecrated to digestion, the cooper, more facetious than he had ever been in his life, uttered a number of his own particular apothegms,--a single one of which will give the measure of his mind. When he had drunk his ratafia, he looked at his glass and said,--"You have no sooner put your lips to a glass than it is empty! Such is life. You can't have and hold. Gold won't circulate and stay in your purse. If it were not for that, life would be too fine."He was jovial and benevolent. When Nanon came with her spinning-wheel, "You must be tired," he said; "put away your hemp.""Ah, bah! then I shall get sleepy," she answered.
"Poor Nanon! Will you have some ratafia?"
"I won't refuse a good offer; madame makes it a deal better than the apothecaries. What they sell is all drugs.""They put too much sugar," said the master; "you can't taste anything else."
