第9章

Theysetout。Eugenesaidnothingforawhile。

“Whatisitnow？“sheasked。

“Icanhearthedeath-rattleinyourfather’sthroat。”hesaidalmostangrily。Andwiththehotindignationofyouth，hetoldthestoryofMme。deRestaud’svanityandcruelty，ofherfather’sfinalactofself-sacrifice，thathadbroughtaboutthisstrugglebetweenlifeanddeath，ofthepricethathadbeenpaidforAnastasie’sgoldenembroideries。Delphinecried。

“Ishalllookfrightful。”shethought。Shedriedhertears。

“Iwillnursemyfather；Iwillnotleavehisbedside。”shesaidaloud。

“Ah！nowyouareasIwouldhaveyou。”exclaimedRastignac。

ThelampsoffivehundredcarriageslitupthedarknessabouttheHoteldeBeauseant。Agendarmeinallthegloryofhisuniformstoodoneithersideofthebrightlylightedgateway。Thegreatworldwasflockingthitherthatnightinitseagercuriositytoseethegreatladyatthemomentofherfall，andtheroomsonthegroundfloorwerealreadyfulltooverflowing，whenMme。deNucingenandRastignacappeared。NeversinceLouisXIV。toreherloverawayfromLagrandMademoiselle，andthewholecourthastenedtovisitthatunfortunateprincess，hadadisastrousloveaffairmadesuchasensationinParis。ButtheyoungestdaughterofthealmostroyalhouseofBurgundyhadrisenproudlyaboveherpain，andmovedtillthelastmomentlikeaqueeninthisworld——itsvanitieshadalwaysbeenvaluelessforher，saveinsofarastheycontributedtothetriumphofherpassion。ThesalonswerefilledwiththemostbeautifulwomeninParis，resplendentintheirtoilettes，andradiantwithsmiles。

Ministersandambassadors，themostdistinguishedmenatcourt，menbedizenedwithdecorations，stars，andribbons，menwhoborethemostillustriousnamesinFrance，hadgatheredabouttheVicomtesse。

Themusicoftheorchestravibratedinwaveafterwaveofsoundfromthegoldenceilingofthepalace，nowmadedesolateforitsqueen。

MadamedeBeauseantstoodatthedoorofthefirstsalontoreceivetheguestswhowerestyledherfriends。Shewasdressedinwhite，andworenoornamentintheplaitsofhairbraidedaboutherhead；herfacewascalm；therewasnosignthereofpride，norofpain，norofjoythatshedidnotfeel。Noonecouldreadhersoul；shestoodtherelikesomeNiobecarvedinmarble。Forafewintimatefriendstherewasatingeofsatireinhersmile；butnoscrutinysawanychangeinher，norhadshelookedotherwiseinthedaysofthegloryofherhappiness。ThemostcallousofherguestsadmiredherasyoungRomeapplaudedsomegladiatorwhocoulddiesmiling。Itseemedasifsocietyhadadorneditselfforalastaudienceofoneofitssovereigns。

“Iwasafraidthatyouwouldnotcome。”shesaidtoRastignac。

“Madame。”hesaid，inanunsteadyvoice，takingherspeechasareproach，“Ishallbethelasttogo，thatiswhyIamhere。”

“Good。”shesaid，andshetookhishand。“YouareperhapstheonlyoneIcantrusthereamongallthese。Oh，myfriend，whenyoulove，loveawomanwhomyouaresurethatyoucanlovealways。Neverforsakeawoman。”

ShetookRastignac’sarm，andwenttowardsasofainthecard-

room。

“IwantyoutogototheMarquis。”shesaid。“Jacques，myfootman，willgowithyou；hehasaletterthatyouwilltake。I

amaskingtheMarquistogivemylettersbacktome。Hewillgivethemallup，Iliketothinkthat。Whenyouhavemyletters，gouptomyroomwiththem。Someoneshallbringmeword。”

SherosetogotomeettheDuchessedeLangeais，hermostintimatefriend，whohadcomeliketherestoftheworld。

Rastignacwent。HeaskedfortheMarquisd’AjudaattheHotelRochefide，feelingcertainthatthelatterwouldbespendinghiseveningthere，andsoitproved。TheMarquiswenttohisownhousewithRastignac，andgaveacaskettothestudent，sayingashedidso，“Theyareallthere。”

HeseemedasifhewasabouttosaysomethingtoEugene，toaskabouttheball，ortheVicomtesse；perhapshewasonthebrinkoftheconfessionthat，eventhen，hewasindespair，andknewthathismarriagehadbeenafatalmistake；butaproudgleamshoneinhiseyes，andwithdeplorablecouragehekepthisnoblestfeelingsasecret。

“Donotevenmentionmynametoher，mydearEugene。”HegraspedRastignac’shandsadlyandaffectionately，andturnedawayfromhim。EugenewentbacktotheHotelBeauseant，theservanttookhimtotheVicomtesse’sroom。Thereweresignsthereofpreparationsforajourney。Hesatdownbythefire，fixedhiseyesonthecedarwoodcasket，andfellintodeepmournfulmusings。Mme。deBeauseantloomedlargeintheseimaginings，likeagoddessintheIliad。

“Ah！myfriend！……”saidtheVicomtesse；shecrossedtheroomandlaidherhandonRastignac’sshoulder。Hesawthetearsinhiscousin’supliftedeyes，sawthatonehandwasraisedtotakethecasket，andthatthefingersoftheothertrembled。Suddenlyshetookthecasket，putitinthefire，andwatcheditburn。

“Theyaredancing。”shesaid。“Theyallcameveryearly；butdeathwillbelongincoming。Hush！myfriend。”andshelaidafingeronRastignac’slips，seeingthathewasabouttospeak。“I

shallneverseeParisagain。Iamtakingmyleaveoftheworld。

Atfiveo’clockthismorningIshallsetoutonmyjourney；I

meantoburymyselfintheremotestpartofNormandy。Ihavehadverylittletimetomakemyarrangements；sincethreeo’clockthisafternoonIhavebeenbusysigningdocuments，settingmyaffairsinorder；therewasnoonewhomIcouldsendto……”

Shebrokeoff。

“Hewassuretobe……”

Againshebrokeoff；theweightofhersorrowwasmorethanshecouldbear。Insuchmomentsastheseeverythingisagony，andsomewordsareimpossibletoutter。

“AndsoIcounteduponyoutodomethislastpieceofservicethisevening。”shesaid。“Ishouldliketogiveyousomepledgeoffriendship。Ishalloftenthinkofyou。Youhaveseemedtometobekindandnoble，fresh-heartedandtrue，inthisworldwheresuchqualitiesareseldomfound。Ishouldlikeyoutothinksometimesofme。Stay。”shesaid，glancingabouther，“thereisthisboxthathasheldmygloves。EverytimeIopeneditbeforegoingtoaballortothetheatre，IusedtofeelthatImustbebeautiful，becauseIwassohappy；andInevertoucheditexcepttolaysomegraciousmemoryinit：thereissomuchofmyoldselfinit，ofaMadamedeBeauseantwhonowlivesnolonger。

Willyoutakeit？IwillleavedirectionsthatitistobesenttoyouintheRued’Artois——Mme。deNucingenlookedverycharmingthisevening。Eugene，youmustloveher。Perhapswemayneverseeeachotheragain，myfriend；butbesureofthis，thatIshallprayforyouwhohavebeenkindtome——Now，letusgodownstairs。PeopleshallnotthinkthatIamweeping。Ihavealltimeandeternitybeforeme，andwhereIamgoingIshallbealone，andnoonewillaskmethereasonofmytears。Onelastlookroundfirst。”

Shestoodforamoment。Thenshecoveredhereyeswithherhandsforaninstant，dashedawaythetears，bathedherfacewithcoldwater，andtookthestudent’sarm。

“Letusgo！“shesaid。

Thissuffering，enduredwithsuchnoblefortitude，shookEugenewithamoreviolentemotionthanhehadfeltbefore。Theywentbacktotheballroom，andMme。deBeauseantwentthroughtheroomsonEugene’sarm——thelastdelicatelygraciousactofagraciouswoman。Inanothermomenthesawthesisters，Mme。deRestaudandMme。deNucingen。TheCountessshoneinallthegloryofhermagnificentdiamonds；everystonemusthavescorchedlikefire，shewasnevertowearthemagain。Strongasloveandpridemightbeinher，shefounditdifficulttomeetherhusband’seyes。ThesightofherwasscarcelycalculatedtolightenRastignac’ssadthougths；throughtheblazeofthosediamondsheseemedtoseethewretchedpallet-bedonwhichFatherGoriotwaslying。TheVicomtessemisreadhismelancholy；shewithdrewherhandfromhisarm。

“Come。”shesaid，“Imustnotdepriveyouofapleasure。”

EugenewassoonclaimedbyDelphine。Shewasdelightedbytheimpressionthatshehadmade，andeagertolayatherlover’sfeetthehomageshehadreceivedinthisnewworldinwhichshehopedtoliveandmovehenceforth。

“WhatdoyouthinkofNasie？“sheaskedhim。

“Shehasdiscountedeverything，evenherownfather’sdeath。”

saidRastignac。

Towardsfouro’clockinthemorningtheroomsbegantoempty。A

littlelaterthemusicceased，andtheDuchessedeLangeaisandRastignacwereleftinthegreatballroom。TheVicomtesse，whothoughttofindthestudenttherealone，camebackthereatlast。

ShehadtakenleaveofM。deBeauseant，whohadgoneofftobed，sayingagainashewent，“Itisagreatpity，mydear，toshutyourselfupatyourage！Praystayamongus。”

Mme。deBeauseantsawtheDuchesse，and，inspiteofherself，anexclamationbrokefromher。

“Isawhowitwas，Clara。”saidMme。deLangeais。“Youaregoingfromamongus，andyouwillnevercomeback。Butyoumustnotgountilyouhaveheardme，untilwehaveunderstoodeachother。”

Shetookherfriend’sarm，andtheywenttogetherintothenextroom。TheretheDuchesslookedatherwithtearsinhereyes；sheheldherfriendincloseembraceandkissedhercheek。

“Icouldnotletyougowithoutaword，dearest；theremorsewouldhavebeentoohardtobear。Youcancountuponmeassurelyasuponyourself。Youhaveshownyourselfgreatthisevening；I

feelthatIamworthyofourfriendship，andImeantoprovemyselfworthyofit。Ihavenotalwaysbeenkind；Iwasinthewrong；forgiveme，dearest；IwishIcouldunsayanythingthatmayhavehurtyou；Itakebackthosewords。Onecommonsorrowhasbroughtustogetheragain，forIdonotknowwhichofusisthemoremiserable。M。deMontriveauwasnothereto-night；doyouunderstandwhatthatmeans？——Noneofthosewhosawyouto-night，Clara，willeverforgetyou。Imeantomakeonelasteffort。IfI

fail，Ishallgointoaconvent。Clara，whereareyougoing？“

“IntoNormandy，toCourcelles。IshallloveandpraythereuntilthedaywhenGodshalltakemefromthisworld——M。deRastignac！“calledtheVicomtesse，inatremulousvoice，rememberingthattheyoungmanwaswaitingthere。

Thestudentknelttokisshiscousin’shand。

“Good-bye，Antoinette！“saidMme。deBeauseant。“Mayyoubehappy。”——Sheturnedtothestudent。“Youareyoung。”shesaid；

“youhavesomebeliefsstillleft。Ihavebeenprivileged，likesomedyingpeople，tofindsincereandreverentfeelinginthoseaboutmeasItakemyleaveofthisworld。”

Itwasnearlyfiveo’clockthatmorningwhenRastignaccameaway。

HehadputMme。deBeauseantintohertravelingcarriage，andreceivedherlastfarewells，spokenamidfast-fallingtears；fornogreatnessissogreatthatitcanriseabovethelawsofhumanaffection，orlivebeyondthejurisdictionofpain，ascertaindemagogueswouldhavethepeoplebelieve。EugenereturnedonfoottotheMaisonVauquerthroughthecoldanddarkness。Hiseducationwasnearlycomplete。

“ThereisnohopeforpoorFatherGoriot。”saidBianchon，asRastignaccameintotheroom。Eugenelookedforawhileatthesleepingman，thenheturnedtohisfriend。“Dearfellow，youarecontentwiththemodestcareeryouhavemarkedoutforyourself；

keeptoit。Iaminhell，andImuststaythere。Believeeverythingthatyouhearsaidoftheworld，nothingistooimpossiblybad。NoJuvenalcouldpaintthehorrorshiddenawayunderthecoveringofgemsandgold。”

Attwoo’clockintheafternoonBianchoncametowakeRastignac，andbeggedhimtotakechargeofGoriot，whohadgrownworseasthedayworeon。Themedicalstudentwasobligedtogoout。

“Pooroldman，hehasnottwodaystolive，maybenotmanyhours。”hesaid；“butwemustdoourutmost，allthesame，tofightthedisease。Itwillbeaverytroublesomecase，andweshallwantmoney。Wecannursehimbetweenus，ofcourse，but，formyownpart，Ihavenotapenny。Ihaveturnedouthispockets，andrummagedthroughhisdrawers——result，nix。Iaskedhimaboutitwhilehismindwasclear，andhetoldmehehadnotafarthingofhisown。Whathaveyou？“

“Ihavetwentyfrancsleft。”saidRastignac；“butIwilltakethemtotheroulettetable，Ishallbesuretowin。”

“Andifyoulose？“

“ThenIshallgotohissons-in-lawandhisdaughtersandaskthemformoney。”

“Andsupposetheyrefuse？“Bianchonretorted。“Themostpressingthingjustnowisnotreallymoney；wemustputmustardpoultices，ashotastheycanbemade，onhisfeetandlegs。Ifhecallsout，thereisstillsomehopeforhim。Youknowhowtosetaboutdoingit，andbesides，Christophewillhelpyou。Iamgoingroundtothedispensarytopersuadethemtoletushavethethingswewantoncredit。Itisapitythatwecouldnotmovehimtothehospital；poorfellow，hewouldbebetterthere。Well，comealong，Ileaveyouincharge；youmuststaywithhimtillI

comeback。”

Thetwoyoungmenwentbacktotheroomwheretheoldmanwaslying。EugenewasstartledatthechangeinGoriot’sface，solivid，distorted，andfeeble。

“Howareyou，papa？“hesaid，bendingoverthepallet-bed。GoriotturnedhisdulleyesuponEugene，lookedathimattentively，anddidnotrecognizehim。Itwasmorethanthestudentcouldbear；

thetearscameintohiseyes。

“Bianchon，oughtwetohavethecurtainsputupinthewindows？“

“No，thetemperatureandthelightdonotaffecthimnow。Itwouldbeagoodthingforhimifhefeltheatorcold；butwemusthaveafireinanycasetomaketisanesandheattheotherthings。Iwillsendroundafewsticks；theywilllasttillwecanhaveinsomefirewood。Iburnedallthebarkfuelyouhadleft，aswellashis，poorman，yesterdayandduringthenight。

Theplaceissodampthatthewaterstoodindropsonthewalls；

Icouldhardlygettheroomdry。Christophecameinandsweptthefloor，buttheplaceislikeastable；Ihadtoburnjuniper，thesmellwassomethinghorrible。

“MONDIEU！“saidRastignac。“Tothinkofthosedaughtersofhis。”

“Onemoment，ifheasksforsomethingtodrink，givehimthis。”

saidthehousestudent，pointingtoalargewhitejar。“Ifhebeginstogroan，andthebellyfeelshotandhardtothetouch，youknowwhattodo；getChristophetohelpyou。Ifheshouldhappentogrowmuchexcited，andbegintotalkagooddealandeventorambleinhistalk，donotbealarmed。Itwouldnotbeabadsymptom。ButsendChristophetotheHospiceCochin。Ourdoctor，mychum，orIwillcomeandapplymoxas。Wehadagreatconsultationthismorningwhileyouwereasleep。Asurgeon，apupilofGall’scame，andourhousesurgeon，andtheheadphysicianfromtheHotel-Dieu。Thosegentlemenconsideredthatthesymptomswereveryunusualandinteresting；thecasemustbecarefullywatched，foritthrowsalightonseveralobscureandratherimportantscientificproblems。Oneoftheauthoritiessaysthatifthereismorepressureofserumononeorotherportionofthebrain，itshouldaffecthismentalcapacitiesinsuchandsuchdirections。Soifheshouldtalk，noticeverycarefullywhatkindofideashismindseemstorunon；whethermemory，orpenetration，orthereasoningfacultiesareexercised；whethersentimentsorpracticalquestionsfillhisthoughts；whetherhemakesforecastsordwellsonthepast；infact；youmustbepreparedtogiveanaccuratereportofhim。Itisquitelikelythattheextravasationfillsthewholebrain，inwhichcasehewilldieintheimbecilestateinwhichheislyingnow。Youcannottellanythingaboutthesemysteriousnervousdiseases。

Supposethecrashcamehere。”saidBianchon，touchingthebackofthehead，“verystrangethingshavebeenknowntohappen；thebrainsometimespartiallyrecovers，anddeathisdelayed。Orthecongestedmattermaypassoutofthebrainaltogetherthroughchannelswhichcanonlybedeterminedbyapost-mortemexamination。ThereisanoldmanattheHospitalforIncurables，animbecilepatient，inhiscasetheeffusionhasfollowedthedirectionofthespinalcord；hesuffershorridagonies，buthelives。”

“Didtheyenjoythemselves？“ItwasFatherGoriotwhospoke。HehadrecognizedEugene。

“Oh！hethinksofnothingbuthisdaughters。”saidBianchon。

“Scoresoftimeslastnighthesaidtome，’Theyaredancingnow！

Shehasherdress。’Hecalledthembytheirnames。Hemademecry，thedeviltakeit，callingwiththattoneinhisvoice，for’Delphine！mylittleDelphine！andNasie！’Uponmyword。”saidthemedicalstudent，“itwasenoughtomakeanyoneburstoutcrying。”

“Delphine。”saidtheoldman，“sheisthere，isn’tshe？Iknewshewasthere。”andhiseyessoughtthedoor。

“IamgoingdownnowtotellSylvietogetthepoulticesready。”

saidBianchon。“Theyoughttogoonatonce。”

Rastignacwasleftalonewiththeoldman。Hesatatthefootofthebed，andgazedatthefacebeforehim，sohorriblychangedthatitwasshockingtosee。

“Noblenaturescannotdwellinthisworld。”hesaid；“MmedeBeauseanthasfledfromit，andthereheliesdying。Whatplaceindeedisthereintheshallowpettyfrivolousthingcalledsocietyfornoblethoughtsandfeelings？“

Picturesofyesterday’sballroseupinhismemory，instrangecontrasttothedeathbedbeforehim。Bianchonsuddenlyappeared。

“Isay，Eugene，Ihavejustseenourheadsurgeonatthehospital，andIranallthewaybackhere。Iftheoldmanshowsanysignsofreason，ifhebeginstotalk，coverhimwithamustardpoulticefromthenecktothebaseofthespine，andsendroundforus。”

“DearBianchon。”exclaimedEugene。

“Oh！itisaninterestingcasefromascientificpointofview。”

saidthemedicalstudent，withalltheenthusiasmofaneophyte。

“So！“saidEugene。“AmIreallytheonlyonewhocaresforthepooroldmanforhisownsake？“

“Youwouldnothavesaidsoifyouhadseenmethismorning。”

returnedBianchon，whodidnottakeoffenceatthisspeech。

“Doctorswhohaveseenagooddealofpracticeneverseeanythingbutthedisease，but，mydearfellow，Icanseethepatientstill。”

Hewent。Eugenewasleftalonewiththeoldman，andwithanapprehensionofacrisisthatsetin，infact，beforeverylong。

“Ah！dearboy，isthatyou？“saidFatherGoriot，recognizingEugene。

“Doyoufeelbetter？“askedthelawstudent，takinghishand。

“Yes。Myheadfeltasifitwerebeingscrewedupinavise，butnowitissetfreeagain。Didyouseemygirls？Theywillbeheredirectly；assoonastheyknowthatIamilltheywillhurryhereatonce；theyusedtotakesuchcareofmeintheRuedelaJussienne！GreatHeavens！ifonlymyroomwasfitforthemtocomeinto！Therehasbeenayoungmanhere，whohasburnedupallmybarkfuel。”

“IcanhearChristophecomingupstairs。”Eugeneanswered。“Heisbringingupsomefirewoodthatthatyoungmanhassentyou。”

“Good，buthowamItopayforthewood。Ihavenotapennyleft，dearboy。Ihavegiveneverything，everything。Iamapaupernow。

Well，atleastthegoldengownwasgrand，wasitnot？(Ah！whatpainthisis！)Thanks，Christophe！Godwillrewardyou，myboy；I

havenothingleftnow。”

EugenewentovertoChristopheandwhisperedintheman’sear，“I

willpayyouwell，andSylvietoo，foryourtrouble。”

“Mydaughterstoldyouthattheywerecoming，didn’tthey，Christophe？Goagaintothem，andIwillgiveyoufivefrancs。

TellthemthatIamnotfeelingwell，thatIshouldliketokissthembothandseethemonceagainbeforeIdie。Tellthemthat，butdon’talarmthemmorethanyoucanhelp。”

RastignacsignedtoChristophetogo，andthemanwent。

“Theywillcomebeforelong。”theoldmanwenton。“Iknowthemsowell。Mytender-heartedDelphine！IfIamgoingtodie，shewillfeelitsomuch！AndsowillNasie。Idonotwanttodie；

theywillcryifIdie；andifIdie，dearEugene，Ishallnotseethemanymore。ItwillbeverydrearytherewhereIamgoing。

Forafatheritishelltobewithoutyourchildren；Ihaveservedmyapprenticeshipalreadysincetheymarried。MyheavenwasintheRuedelaJussienne。Eugene，doyouthinkthatifIgotoheavenIcancomebacktoearth，andbeneartheminspirit？I

haveheardsomesuchthingssaid。Itistrue？ItisasifIcouldseethematthismomentastheyusedtobewhenwealllivedintheRuedelaJussienne。Theyusedtocomedownstairsofamorning。’Good-morning，papa！’theyusedtosay，andIwouldtakethemonmyknees；wehadallsortsoflittlegamesofplaytogether，andtheyhadsuchprettycoaxingways。Wealwayshadbreakfasttogether，too，everymorning，andtheyhaddinnerwithme——infact，Iwasafatherthen。Ienjoyedmychildren。TheydidnotthinkforthemselvessolongastheylivedintheRuedelaJussienne；theyknewnothingoftheworld；theylovedmewithalltheirhearts。MONDIEU！whycouldtheynotalwaysbelittlegirls？(Oh！myhead！thisrackingpaininmyhead！)Ah！ah！

forgiveme，children，thispainisfearful；itmustbeagonyindeed，foryouhaveusedmetoendurepain。MONDIEU！ifonlyI

heldtheirhandsinmine，Ishouldnotfeelitatall——Doyouthinkthattheyareontheway？Christopheissostupid；Ioughttohavegonemyself。HEwillseethem。Butyouwenttotheballyesterday；justtellmehowtheylooked。TheydidnotknowthatI

wasill，didthey，ortheywouldnothavebeendancing，poorlittlethings？Oh！Imustnotbeillanylonger。Theystandtoomuchinneedofme；theirfortunesareindanger。Andsuchhusbandsastheyareboundto！Imustgetwell！(Oh！whatpainthisis！whatpainthisis！……ah！ah！)——Imustgetwell，yousee；fortheyMUSThavemoney，andIknowhowtosetaboutmakingsome。IwillgotoOdessaandmanufacturestarchthere。Iamanoldhand，Iwillmakemillions。(Oh！thisisagony！)“

Goriotwassilentforamoment；itseemedtorequirehiswholestrengthtoendurethepain。

“Iftheywerehere，Ishouldnotcomplain。”hesaid。“SowhyshouldIcomplainnow？“

Heseemedtogrowdrowsywithexhaustion，andlayquietlyforalongtime。Christophecameback；andRastignac，thinkingthatGoriotwasasleep，allowedthemantogivehisstoryaloud。

“Firstofall，sir，IwenttoMadamelaComtesse。”hesaid；“butsheandherhusbandweresobusythatIcouldn’tgettospeaktoher。WhenIinsistedthatImustseeher，M。deRestaudcameouttomehimself，andwentonlikethis：’M。Goriotisdying，ishe？

Verywell，itisthebestthinghecando。IwantMme。deRestaudtotransactsomeimportantbusiness，whenitisallfinishedshecango。’Thegentlemanlookedangry，Ithought。IwasjustgoingawaywhenMme。deRestaudcameoutintoanante-chamberthroughadoorthatIdidnotnotice，andsaid，’Christophe，tellmyfatherthatmyhusbandwantsmetodiscusssomematterswithhim，andI

cannotleavethehouse，thelifeordeathofmychildrenisatstake；butassoonasitisover，Iwillcome。’AsforMadamelaBaronne，thatisanotherstory！Icouldnotspeaktohereither，andIdidnotevenseeher。Herwaiting-womansaid，’Ahyes，butmadameonlycamebackfromaballataquartertofivethismorning；sheisasleepnow，andifIwakeherbeforemid-dayshewillbecross。Assoonassherings，Iwillgoandtellherthatherfatherisworse。Itwillbetimeenoughthentotellherbadnews！’IbeggedandIprayed，but，there！itwasnogood。ThenI

askedforM。leBaron，buthewasout。”

“Tothinkthatneitherofhisdaughtersshouldcome！“exclaimedRastignac。“Iwillwritetothemboth。”

“Neitherofthem！“criedtheoldman，sittinguprightinbed。

“Theyarebusy，theyareasleep，theywillnotcome！Iknewthattheywouldnot。Notuntilyouaredyingdoyouknowyourchildren……Oh！myfriend，donotmarry；donothavechildren！Yougivethemlife；theygiveyouyourdeathblow。Youbringthemintotheworld，andtheysendyououtofit。No，theywillnotcome。Ihaveknownthatthesetenyears。SometimesI

havetoldmyselfso，butIdidnotdaretobelieveit。”

Thetearsgatheredandstoodwithoutoverflowingtheredsockets。

“Ah！ifIwererichstill，ifIhadkeptmymoney，ifIhadnotgivenalltothem，theywouldbewithmenow；theywouldfawnonmeandcovermycheekswiththeirkisses！Ishouldbelivinginagreatmansion；Ishouldhavegrandapartmentsandservantsandafireinmyroom；andTHEYwouldbeaboutmeallintears，andtheirhusbandsandtheirchildren。Ishouldhavehadallthat；

now——Ihavenothing。Moneybringseverythingtoyou；evenyourdaughters。Mymoney。Oh！whereismymoney？IfIhadplentyofmoneytoleavebehindme，theywouldnursemeandtendme；I

shouldheartheirvoices，Ishouldseetheirfaces。Ah，God！whoknows？Theybothofthemhaveheartsofstone。Ilovedthemtoomuch；itwasnotlikelythattheyshouldloveme。Afatheroughtalwaystoberich；heoughttokeephischildrenwellinhand，likeunrulyhorses。Ihavegonedownonmykneestothem。

Wretches！thisisthecrowningactthatbringsthelasttenyearstoaproperclose。Ifyoubutknewhowmuchtheymadeofmejustaftertheyweremarried。(Oh！thisiscrueltorture！)Ihadjustgiventhemeacheighthundredthousandfrancs；theywereboundtobeciviltomeafterthat，andtheirhusbandstoowerecivil。I

usedtogototheirhouses：itwas’Mykindfather’here，’Mydearfather’there。Therewasalwaysaplaceformeattheirtables。Iusedtodinewiththeirhusbandsnowandthen，andtheywereveryrespectfultome。Iwasstillworthsomething，theythought。Howshouldtheyknow？Ihadnotsaidanythingaboutmyaffairs。Itisworthwhiletobeciviltoamanwhohasgivenhisdaughterseighthundredthousandfrancsapiece；andtheyshowedmeeveryattentionthen——butitwasallformymoney。Grandpeoplearenotgreat。Ifoundthatoutbyexperience！Iwenttothetheatrewiththemintheircarriage；ImightstayaslongasIcaredtostayattheireveningparties。Infact，theyacknowlegedmetheirfather；publiclytheyownedthattheyweremydaughters。ButIwasalwaysashrewdone，yousee，andnothingwaslostuponme。Everythingwentstraighttothemarkandpiercedmyheart。Isawquitewellthatitwasallshamandpretence，butthereisnohelpforsuchthingsasthese。Ifeltlessatmyeaseattheirdinner-tablethanIdiddownstairshere。

Ihadnothingtosayformyself。Sothesegrandfolkswouldaskinmyson-in-law’sear，’Whomaythatgentlemanbe？’——’Thefather-in-lawwiththemoneybags；heisveryrich。’——’Thedevil，eis！’theywouldsay，andlookagainatmewiththerespectduetomymoney。Well，ifIwasinthewaysometimes，Ipaiddearlyformymistakes。Andbesides，whoisperfect？(Myheadisonesore！)DearMonsieurEugene，Iamsufferingsonow，thatamanmightdieofthepain；butitisnothingtobecomparedwiththepainIenduredwhenAnastasiemademefeel，forthefirsttime，thatIhadsaidsomethingstupid。Shelookedatme，andthatglanceofhersopenedallmyveins。Iusedtowanttoknoweverything，tobelearned；andonethingIdidlearnthoroughly——IknewthatIwasnotwantedhereonearth。

“ThenextdayIwenttoDelphineforcomfort，andwhatshouldI

dotherebutmakesomestupidblunderthatmadeherangrywithme。Iwaslikeonedrivenoutofhissenses。ForaweekIdidnotknowwhattodo；Ididnotdaretogotoseethemforfeartheyshouldreproachme。Andthatwashowtheybothturnedmeoutofthehouse。

“OhGod！ThouknowestallthemiseryandanguishthatIhaveendured；Thouhastcountedallthewoundsthathavebeendealttomeintheseyearsthathaveagedandchangedmeandwhitenedmyhairanddrainedmylife；whydostThoumakemetosuffersoto-

day？HaveInotmorethanexpiatedthesinoflovingthemtoomuch？Theythemselveshavebeentheinstrumentsofvengeance；

theyhavetorturedmeformysinofaffection。

“Ah，well！fathersknownobetter；Ilovedthemso；Iwentbacktothemasagamblergoestothegamingtable。Thislovewasmyvice，yousee，mymistress——theywereeverythingintheworldtome。Theywerealwayswantingsomethingorother，dressesandornaments，andwhatnot；theirmaidsusedtotellmewhattheywanted，andIusedtogivethemthethingsforthesakeofthewelcomethattheyboughtforme。But，atthesametime，theyusedtogivemelittlelecturesonmybehaviorinsociety；theybeganaboutitatonce。Thentheybegantofeelashamedofme。Thatiswhatcomesofhavingyourchildrenwellbroughtup。Icouldnotgotoschoolagainatmytimeoflife。(Thispainisfearful！MON

DIEU！Thesedoctors！thesedoctors！Iftheywouldopenmyhead，itwouldgivemesomerelief！)Oh，mydaughters，mydaughters！

Anastasie！Delphine！IfIcouldonlyseethem！Sendforthepolice，andmakethemcometome！Justiceisonmyside，thewholeworldisonmyside，Ihavenaturalrights，andthelawwithme。Iprotest！Thecountrywillgotoruinifafather’srightsaretrampledunderfoot。Thatiseasytosee。Thewholeworldturnsonfatherlylove；fatherlyloveisthefoundationofsociety；itwillcrumbleintoruinwhenchildrendonotlovetheirfathers。Oh！ifIcouldonlyseethem，andhearthem，nomatterwhattheysaid；ifIcouldsimplyheartheirvoices，itwouldsoothethepain。Delphine！Delphinemostofall。Buttellthemwhentheycomenottolooksocoldlyatmeastheydo。Oh！

myfriend，mygoodMonsieurEugene，youdonotknowthatitiswhenallthegoldenlightinaglancesuddenlyturnstoaleadengray。Ithasbeenonelongwinterheresincethelightintheireyesshonenomoreforme。Ihavehadnothingbutdisappointmentstodevour。Disappointmenthasbeenmydailybread；Ihavelivedonhumiliationandinsults。Ihaveswalloweddownalltheaffrontsforwhichtheysoldmemypoorstealthylittlemomentsofjoy；forIlovethemso！Thinkofit！afatherhidinghimselftogetaglimpseofhischildren！Ihavegivenallmylifetothem，andto-daytheywillnotgivemeonehour！Iamhungeringandthirstingforthem，myheartisburninginme，buttheywillnotcometobringreliefintheagony，forIamdyingnow，Ifeelthatthisisdeath。Dotheynotknowwhatitmeanstotrampleonafather’scorpse？ThereisaGodinheavenwhoavengesusfatherswhetherwewillorno。

“Oh！theywillcome！Cometome，darlings，andgivemeonemorekiss；onelastkiss，theViaticumforyourfather，whowillprayGodforyouinheaven。IwilltellHimthatyouhavebeengoodchildrentoyourfather，andpleadyourcausewithGod！Afterall，itisnottheirfault。Itellyoutheyareinnocent，myfriend。Telleveryonethatitisnottheirfault，andnooneneedbedistressedonmyaccount。Itisallmyownfault，I

taughtthemtotrampleuponme。Ilovedtohaveitso。Itisnoone’saffairbutmine；man’sjusticeandGod’sjusticehavenothingtodoinit。GodwouldbeunjustifHecondemnedthemforanythingtheymayhavedonetome。Ididnotbehavetothemproperly；Iwasstupidenoughtoresignmyrights。Iwouldhavehumbledmyselfinthedustforthem。Whatcouldyouexpect？Themostbeautifulnature，thenoblestsoul，wouldhavebeenspoiledbysuchindulgence。Iamawretch，Iamjustlypunished。I，andI

only，amtoblameforalltheirsins；Ispoiledthem。To-daytheyareaseagerforpleasureastheyusedtobeforsugar-plums。

WhentheywerelittlegirlsIindulgedthemineverywhim。Theyhadacarriageoftheirownwhentheywerefifteen。Theyhaveneverbeencrossed。Iamguilty，andnotthey——butIsinnedthroughlove。

“Myheartwouldopenatthesoundoftheirvoices。Icanhearthem；theyarecoming。Yes！yes！theyarecoming。Thelawdemandsthattheyshouldbepresentattheirfather’sdeathbed；thelawisonmyside。Itwouldonlycostthemthehireofacab。Iwouldpaythat。Writetothem，tellthemthatIhavemillionstoleavetothem！Onmywordofhonor，yes。IamgoingtomanufactureItalianpastefoodsatOdessa。Iunderstandthetrade。Therearemillionstobemadeinit。Nobodyhasthoughtoftheschemeasyet。Yousee，therewillbenowaste，nodamageintransit，astherealwaysiswithwheatandflour。Hey！hey！andstarchtoo；

therearemillionstobemadeinthestarchtrade！Youwillnotbetellingalie。Millions，tellthem；andeveniftheyreallycomebecausetheycovetthemoney，Iwouldratherletthemdeceiveme；andIshallseetheminanycase。Iwantmychildren！

Igavethemlife；theyaremine，mine！“andhesatupright。Theheadthusraised，withitsscantywhitehair，seemedtoEugenelikeathreat；everylinethatcouldstillspeakspokeofmenace。

“There，there，dearfather。”saidEugene，“liedownagain；Iwillwritetothematonce。AssoonasBianchoncomesbackIwillgoforthemmyself，iftheydonotcomebefore。”

“Iftheydonotcome？“repeatedtheoldman，sobbing。“Why，I

shallbedeadbeforethen；Ishalldieinafitofrage，ofrage！

Angerisgettingthebetterofme。Icanseemywholelifeatthisminute。Ihavebeencheated！Theydonotloveme——theyhaveneverlovedmealltheirlives！Itisallcleartome。Theyhavenotcome，andtheywillnotcome。Thelongertheyputofftheircoming，thelesstheyarelikelytogivemethisjoy。Iknowthem。Theyhavenevercaredtoguessmydisappointments，mysorrows，mywants；theynevercaredtoknowmylife；theywillhavenopresentimentofmydeath；theydonotevenknowthesecretofmytendernessforthem。Yes，Iseeitallnow。Ihavelaidmyheartopensooften，thattheytakeeverythingIdoforthemasamatterofcourse。TheymighthaveaskedmefortheveryeyesoutofmyheadandIwouldhavebiddenthemtopluckthemout。Theythinkthatallfathersareliketheirs。Youshouldalwaysmakeyourvaluefelt。Theirownchildrenwillavengeme。

Why，fortheirownsakestheyshouldcometome！Makethemunderstandthattheyarelayingupretributionfortheirowndeathbeds。Allcrimesaresummedupinthisone……Gotothem；justtellthemthatiftheystayawayitwillbeparricide！

Thereisenoughlaidtotheirchargealreadywithoutaddingthattothelist。CryaloudasIdonow，’Nasie！Delphine！here！Cometoyourfather；thefatherwhohasbeensokindtoyouislyingill！’——Notasound；noonecomes！ThenamIdodielikeadog？

Thisistobemyreward——Iamforsakenatthelast。Theyarewicked，heartlesswomen；cursesonthem，Iloathethem。Ishallriseatnightfrommygravetocursethemagain；for，afterall，myfriends，haveIdonewrong？Theyarebehavingverybadlytome，eh？……WhatamIsaying？DidyounottellmejustnowthatDelphineisintheroom？Sheismoretender-heartedthanhersister……Eugene，youaremyson，youknow。Youwillloveher；beafathertoher！Hersisterisveryunhappy。Andtherearetheirfortunes！Ah，God！Iamdying，thisanguishisalmostmorethanIcanbear！Cutoffmyhead；leavemenothingbutmyheart。”

“Christophe！“shoutedEugene，alarmedbythewayinwhichtheoldmanmoaned，andbyhiscries，“goforM。Bianchon，andsendacabhereforme——Iamgoingtofetchthem，dearfather；Iwillbringthembacktoyou。”

“Makethemcome！Compelthemtocome！CallouttheGuard，themilitary，anythingandeverything，butmakethemcome！“HelookedatEugene，andalastgleamofintelligenceshoneinhiseyes。

“Gototheauthorities，tothePublicProsecutor，letthembringthemhere；cometheyshall！“

“Butyouhavecursedthem。”

“Whosaidthat！“saidtheoldmanindullamazement。“YouknowquitewellthatIlovethem，Iadorethem！IshallbequitewellagainifIcanseethem……Goforthem，mygoodneighbor，mydearboy，youarekind-hearted；IwishIcouldrepayyouforyourkindness，butIhavenothingtogiveyounow，savetheblessingofadyingman。Ah！ifIcouldonlyseeDelphine，totellhertopaymydebttoyou。Iftheothercannotcome，bringDelphinetomeatanyrate。Tellherthatunlessshecomes，youwillnotloveheranymore。Sheissofondofyouthatshewillcometomethen。Givemesomethingtodrink！Thereisafireinmybowels。

Presssomethingagainstmyforehead！Ifmydaughterswouldlaytheirhandsthere，IthinkIshouldgetbetter……MONDIEU！

whowillrecovertheirmoneyforthemwhenIamgone？……I

willmanufacturevermicellioutinOdessa；IwillgotoOdessafortheirsakes。”

“Hereissomethingtodrink。”saidEugene，supportingthedyingmanonhisleftarm，whileheheldacupoftisanetoGoriot’slips。

“Howyoumustloveyourownfatherandmother！“saidtheoldman，andgraspedthestudent’shandinbothofhis。Itwasafeeble，tremblinggrasp。“Iamgoingtodie；Ishalldiewithoutseeingmydaughters；doyouunderstand？Tobealwaysthirsting，andnevertodrink；thathasbeenmylifeforthelasttenyears……

Ihavenodaughters，mysons-in-lawkilledthem。No，sincetheirmarriagestheyhavebeendeadtome。FathersshouldpetitiontheChamberstopassalawagainstmarriage。Ifyouloveyourdaughters，donotletthemmarry。Ason-in-lawisarascalwhopoisonsagirl’smindandcontaminatesherwholenature。Letushavenomoremarriages！Itrobsusofourdaughters；weareleftaloneuponourdeathbeds，andtheyarenotwithusthen。

Theyoughttopassalawfordyingfathers。Thisisawful！Itcriesforvengeance！Theycannotcome，becausemysons-in-lawforbidthem！……Killthem！……RestaudandtheAlsatian，killthemboth！Theyhavemurderedmebetweenthem！……Deathormydaughters！……Ah！itistoolate，Iamdying，andtheyarenothere！……Dyingwithoutthem！……Nasie！Fifine！Whydoyounotcometome？Yourpapaisgoing——“

“DearFatherGoriot，calmyourself。There，there，liequietlyandrest；don’tworryyourself，don’tthink。”

“Ishallnotseethem。Oh！theagonyofit！“

“YouSHALLseethem。”

“Really？“criedtheoldman，stillwandering。“Oh！shallIseethem；Ishallseethemandheartheirvoices。Ishalldiehappy。

Ah！well，afterall，Idonotwishtolive；Icannotstandthismuchlonger；thispainthatgrowsworseandworse。But，oh！toseethem，totouchtheirdresses——ah！nothingbuttheirdresses，thatisverylittle；still，tofeelsomethingthatbelongstothem。Letmetouchtheirhairwithmyfingers……theirhair……”

Hisheadfellbackonthepillow，asifasuddenheavyblowhadstruckhimdown，buthishandsgropedfeeblyoverthequilt，asiftofindhisdaughters’hair。

“Myblessingonthem……”hesaid，makinganeffort，“myblessing……”

Hisvoicediedaway。JustatthatmomentBianchoncameintotheroom。

“ImetChristophe。”hesaid；“heisgoneforyourcab。”

Thenhelookedatthepatient，andraisedtheclosedeyelidswithhisfingers。Thetwostudentssawhowdeadandlustrelesstheeyesbeneathhadgrown。

“Hewillnotgetoverthis，Iamsure。”saidBianchon。Hefelttheoldman’spulse，andlaidahandoverhisheart。

“Themachineryworksstill；moreisthepity，inhisstateitwouldbebetterforhimtodie。”

“Ah！myword，itwould！“

“Whatisthematterwithyou？Youareaspaleasdeath。”

“Dearfellow，themoansandcriesthatIhavejustheard……

ThereisaGod！Ah！yes，yes，thereisaGod，andHehasmadeabetterworldforus，orthisworldofourswouldbeanightmare。

Icouldhavecriedlikeachild；butthisistootragical，andI

amsickatheart。

“Wewantalotofthings，youknow；andwhereisthemoneytocomefrom？“

Rastignactookouthiswatch。

“There，bequickandpawnit。IdonotwanttostoponthewaytotheRueduHelder；thereisnotamomenttolose，Iamafraid，andImustwaitheretillChristophecomesback。Ihavenotafarthing；IshallhavetopaythecabmanwhenIgethomeagain。”

Rastignacrusheddownthestairs，anddroveofftotheRueduHelder。Theawfulscenethroughwhichhehadjustpassedquickenedhisimagination，andhegrewfiercelyindignant。HereachedMme。deRestaud’shouseonlytobetoldbytheservantthathismistresscouldseenoone。

“ButIhavebroughtamessagefromherfather，whoisdying。”

Rastignactoldtheman。

“TheCounthasgivenusthestrictestorders，sir——“

“IfitisM。deRestaudwhohasgiventheorders，tellhimthathisfather-in-lawisdying，andthatIamhere，andmustspeakwithhimatonce。”

Themanwentout。

Eugenewaitedforalongwhile。“Perhapsherfatherisdyingatthismoment。”hethought。

Thenthemancameback，andEugenefollowedhimtothelittledrawing-room。M。deRestaudwasstandingbeforethefirelessgrate，anddidnotaskhisvisitortoseathimself。

“MonsieurleComte。”saidRastignac，“M。Goriot，yourfather-in-

law，islyingatthepointofdeathinasqualiddenintheLatinQuarter。Hehasnotapennytopayforfirewood；heisexpectedtodieatanymoment，andkeepscallingforhisdaughter——“

“IfeelverylittleaffectionforM。Goriot，sir，asyouprobablyareaware。”theCountansweredcoolly。“HischaracterhasbeencompromisedinconnectionwithMme。deRestaud；heistheauthorofthemisfortunesthathaveembitteredmylifeandtroubledmypeaceofmind。Itisamatterofperfectindifferencetomeifhelivesordies。Nowyouknowmyfeelingswithregardtohim。

Publicopinionmayblameme，butIcarenothingforpublicopinion。JustnowIhaveotherandmuchmoreimportantmatterstothinkaboutthanthethingsthatfoolsandchatterersmaysayaboutme。AsforMme。deRestaud，shecannotleavethehouse；sheisinnoconditiontodoso。And，besides，Ishallnotallowhertoleaveit。Tellherfatherthatassoonasshehasdoneherdutybyherhusbandandchildsheshallgotoseehim。Ifshehasanyloveforherfather，shecanbefreetogotohim，ifshechooses，inafewseconds；itliesentirelywithher——“

“MonsieurleComte，itisnobusinessofminetocriticiseyourconduct；youcandoasyoupleasewithyourwife，butmayIcountuponyourkeepingyourwordwithme？Well，then，promisemetotellherthatherfatherhasnottwenty-fourhourstolive；thathelooksinvainforher，andhascursedheralreadyasheliesonhisdeathbed，——thatisallIask。”

“Youcantellheryourself。”theCountanswered，impressedbythethrillofindignationinEugene’svoice。

TheCountledthewaytotheroomwherehiswifeusuallysat。Shewasdrownedintears，andlaycrouchinginthedepthsofanarmchair，asifsheweretiredoflifeandlongedtodie。Itwaspiteoustoseeher。BeforeventuringtolookatRastignac，sheglancedatherhusbandinevidentandabjectterrorthatspokeofcompleteprostrationofbodyandmind；sheseemedcrushedbyatyrannybothmentalandphysical。TheCountjerkedhisheadtowardsher；sheconstruedthisasapermissiontospeak。

“Iheardallthatyousaid，monsieur。Tellmyfatherthatifheknewallhewouldforgiveme……Ididnotthinktherewassuchtortureintheworldasthis；itismorethanIcanendure，monsieur！——ButIwillnotgivewayaslongasIlive。”shesaid，turningtoherhusband。“Iamamother——TellmyfatherthatI

haveneversinnedagainsthiminspiteofappearances！“shecriedaloudinherdespair。

Eugenebowedtothehusbandandwife；heguessedthemeaningofthescene，andthatthiswasaterriblecrisisintheCountess’

life。M。deRestaud’smannerhadtoldhimthathiserrandwasafruitlessone；hesawthatAnastasiehadnolongeranylibertyofaction。Hecameawaymazedandbewildered，andhurriedtoMme。deNucingen。Delphinewasinbed。

“PoordearEugene，Iamill。”shesaid。“Icaughtcoldaftertheball，andIamafraidofpneumonia。Iamwaitingforthedoctortocome。”

“Ifyouwereatdeath’sdoor。”Eugenebrokein，“youmustbecarriedsomehowtoyourfather。Heiscallingforyou。Ifyoucouldhearthefaintestofthosecries，youwouldnotfeelillanylonger。”

“Eugene，Idaresaymyfatherisnotquitesoillasyousay；butIcannotbeartodoanythingthatyoudonotapprove，soIwilldojustasyouwish。AsforHIM，hewoulddieofgriefIknowifIwentouttoseehimandbroughtonadangerousillness。Well，I

willgoassoonasIhaveseenthedoctor——Ah！“shecriedout，“youarenotwearingyourwatch，howisthat？“

Eugenereddened。

“Eugene，Eugene！ifyouhavesolditalreadyorlostit……

Oh！itwouldbeverywrongofyou！“

ThestudentbentoverDelphineandsaidinherear，“Doyouwanttoknow？Verywell，then，youshallknow。Yourfatherhasnothinglefttopayfortheshroudthattheywilllayhiminthisevening。Yourwatchhasbeenpawned，forIhadnothingeither。”

Delphinesprangoutofbed，rantoherdesk，andtookoutherpurse。ShegaveittoEugene，andrangthebell，crying：

“Iwillgo，Iwillgoatonce，Eugene。Leaveme，Iwilldress。

Why，Ishouldbeanunnaturaldaughter！Goback；Iwillbetherebeforeyou——Therese。”shecalledtothewaiting-woman，“askM。

deNucingentocomeupstairsatonceandspeaktome。”

EugenewasalmosthappywhenhereachedtheRueNueve-Sainte-

Genevieve；hewassogladtobringthenewstothedyingmanthatoneofhisdaughterswascoming。HefumbledinDelphine’spurseformoney，soastodismissthecabatonce；anddiscoveredthattheyoung，beautiful，andwealthywomanoffashionhadonlyseventyfrancsinherprivatepurse。HeclimbedthestairsandfoundBianchonsupportingGoriot，whilethehousesurgeonfromthehospitalwasapplyingmoxastothepatient’sback——underthedirectionofthephysician，itwasthelastexpedientofscience，anditwastriedinvain。

“Canyoufeelthem？“askedthephysician。ButGoriothadcaughtsightofRastignac，andanswered，“Theyarecoming，aretheynot？“

“Thereishopeyet。”saidthesurgeon；“hecanspeak。”

“Yes。”saidEugene，“Delphineiscoming。”

“Oh！thatisnothing！“saidBianchon；“hehasbeentalkingabouthisdaughtersallthetime。Hecallsforthemasamanimpaledcallsforwater，theysay——“

“Wemayaswellgiveup。”saidthephysician，addressingthesurgeon。“Nothingmorecanbedonenow；thecaseishopeless。”

Bianchonandthehousesurgeonstretchedthedyingmanoutagainonhisloathsomebed。

“Butthesheetsoughttobechanged。”addedthephysician。“Evenifthereisnohopeleft，somethingisduetohumannature。I

shallcomebackagain，Bianchon。”hesaid，turningtothemedicalstudent。“Ifhecomplainsagain，rubsomelaudanumoverthediaphragm。”

Hewent，andthehousesurgeonwentwithhim。

“Come，Eugene，pluckupheart，myboy。”saidBianchon，assoonastheywerealone；“wemustsetaboutchanginghissheets，andputhimintoacleanshirt。GoandtellSylvietobringsomesheetsandcomeandhelpustomakethebed。”

Eugenewentdownstairs，andfoundMme。Vauquerengagedinsettingthetable；Sylviewashelpingher。Eugenehadscarcelyopenedhismouthbeforethewidowwalkeduptohimwiththeaciduloussweetsmileofacautiousshopkeeperwhoisanxiousneithertolosemoneynortooffendacustomer。

“MydearMonsieurEugene。”shesaid，whenhehadspoken，“youknowquiteaswellasIdothatFatherGoriothasnotabrassfarthingleft。Ifyougiveoutcleanlinenforamanwhoisjustgoingtoturnuphiseyes，youarenotlikelytoseeyoursheetsagain，foroneissuretobewantedtowraphimin。Now，youowemeahundredandforty-fourfrancsasitis，addfortyfrancsforthepairofsheets，andthenthereareseverallittlethings，besidesthecandlethatSylviewillgiveyou；altogetheritwillallmountuptoatleasttwohundredfrancs，whichismorethanapoorwidowlikemecanaffordtolose。Lord！now，MonsieurEugene，lookatitfairly。Ihavelostquiteenoughinthesefivedayssincethisrunofill-lucksetinforme。Iwouldratherthantencrownsthattheoldgentlemenhadmovedoutasyousaid。

Itsetstheotherlodgersagainstthehouse。Itwouldnottakemuchtomakemesendhimtotheworkhouse。Inshort，justputyourselfinmyplace。Ihavetothinkofmyestablishmentfirst，forIhavemyownlivingtomake。”

EugenehurrieduptoGoriot’sroom。

“Bianchon。”hecried，“themoneyorthewatch？“

“Thereitisonthetable，orthethreehundredandsixtyoddfrancsthatareleftofit。Ipaidupalltheoldscoresoutofitbeforetheyletmehavethethings。Thepawnticketliesthereunderthemoney。”

Rastignachurrieddownstairs。

“Here，madame“hesaidindisgust，“letussquareaccounts。M。

Goriotwillnotstaymuchlongerinyourhouse，norshallI——“

“Yes，hewillgooutfeetforemost，pooroldgentleman。”shesaid，countingthefrancswithahalf-facetious，half-lugubriousexpression。

“Letusgetthisover。”saidRastignac。

“Sylvie，lookoutsomesheets，andgoupstairstohelpthegentlemen。”

“Youwon’tforgetSylvie。”saidMme。VauquerinEugene’sear；

“shehasbeensittingupthesetwonights。”

AssoonasEugene’sbackwasturned，theoldwomanhurriedafterherhandmaid。

“Takethesheetsthathavehadthesidesturnedintothemiddle，number7。Lord！theyareplentygoodenoughforacorpse。”shesaidinSylvie’sear。

Eugene，bythistime，waspartofthewayupstairs，anddidnotoverheartheelderlyeconomist。

“Quick。”saidBianchon，“letuschangehisshirt。Holdhimupright。”

Eugenewenttotheheadofthebedandsupportedthedyingman，whileBianchondrewoffhisshirt；andthenGoriotmadeamovementasifhetriedtoclutchsomethingtohisbreast，utteringalowinarticulatemoaningthewhile，likesomedumbanimalinmortalpain。

“Ah！yes！“criedBianchon。“Itisthelittlelocketandthechainmadeofhairthathewants；wetookitoffawhileagowhenweputtheblistersonhim。Poorfellow！hemusthaveitagain。

Thereitliesonthechimney-piece。”

Eugenewenttothechimney-pieceandfoundthelittleplaitoffadedgoldenhair——Mme。Goriot’shair，nodoubt。Hereadthenameonthelittleroundlocket，ANASTASIEontheoneside，DELPHINE

ontheother。Itwasthesymbolofhisownheartthatthefatheralwaysworeonhisbreast。Thecurlsofhairinsidethelocketweresofineandsoftthatiswasplaintheyhadbeentakenfromtwochildishheads。Whentheoldmanfeltthelocketoncemore，hischestheavedwithalongdeepsighofsatisfaction，likeagroan。Itwassomethingterribletosee，foritseemedasifthelastquiverofthenerveswerelaidbaretotheireyes，thelastcommunicationofsensetothemysteriouspointwithinwhenceoursympathiescomeandwhithertheygo。Adeliriousjoylightedupthedistortedface。Theterrificandvividforceofthefeelingthathadsurvivedthepowerofthoughtmadesuchanimpressiononthestudents，thatthedyingmanfelttheirhottearsfallingonhim，andgaveashrillcryofdelight。

“Nasie！Fifine！“

“Thereislifeinhimyet。”saidBianchon。

“Whatdoeshegoonlivingfor？“saidSylvie。

“Tosuffer。”answeredRastignac。

Bianchonmadeasigntohisfriendtofollowhisexample，kneltdownandpressedhisarmsunderthesickman，andRastignacontheothersidedidthesame，sothatSylvie，standinginreadiness，mightdrawthesheetfrombeneathandreplaceitwiththeonethatshehadbrought。Thosetears，nodoubt，hadmisledGoriot；forhegatheredupallhisremainingstrengthinalasteffort，stretchedouthishands，gropedforthestudents’heads，andashisfingerscaughtconvulsivelyattheirhair，theyheardafaintwhisper：

“Ah！myangels！“

Twowords，twoinarticulatemurmurs，shapedintowordsbythesoulwhichfledforthwiththemastheylefthislips。

“Poordear！“criedSylvie，meltedbythatexclamation；theexpressionofthegreatloveraisedforthelasttimetoasublimeheightbythatmostghastlyandinvoluntaryoflies。

Thefather’slastbreathmusthavebeenasighofjoy，andinthatsighhiswholelifewassummedup；hewascheatedevenatthelast。TheylaidFatherGoriotuponhiswretchedbedwithreverenthands。Thenceforwardtherewasnoexpressiononhisface，onlythepainfultracesofthestrugglebetweenlifeanddeaththatwasgoingoninthemachine；forthatkindofcerebralconsciousnessthatdistinguishesbetweenpleasureandpaininahumanbeingwasextinguished；itwasonlyaquestionoftime——andthemechanismitselfwouldbedestroyed。

“Hewilllielikethisforseveralhours，anddiesoquietlyatlast，thatweshallnotknowwhenhegoes；therewillbenorattleinthethroat。Thebrainmustbecompletelysuffused。”

Ashespoketherewasafootsteponthestaircase，andayoungwomanhastenedup，pantingforbreath。

“Shehascometoolate。”saidRastignac。

ButitwasnotDelphine；itwasTherese，herwaiting-woman，whostoodinthedoorway。

“MonsieurEugene。”shesaid，“monsieurandmadamehavehadaterriblesceneaboutsomemoneythatMadame(poorthing！)wantedforherfather。Shefainted，andthedoctorcame，andshehadtobebled，callingoutallthewhile，’Myfatherisdying；Iwanttoseepapa！’Itwasheartbreakingtohearher——“

“Thatwilldo，Therese。Ifshecamenow，itwouldbetroublethrownaway。M。Goriotcannotrecognizeanyonenow。”

“Poor，deargentleman，isheasbadatthat？“saidTherese。

“Youdon’twantmenow，Imustgoandlookaftermydinner；itishalf-pastfour。”remarkedSylvie。ThenextinstantsheallbutcollidedwithMme。deRestaudonthelandingoutside。

TherewassomethingawfulandappallinginthesuddenapparitionoftheCountess。Shesawthebedofdeathbythedimlightofthesinglecandle，andhertearsflowedatthesightofherfather’spassivefeatures，fromwhichthelifehadalmostebbed。Bianchonwiththoughtfultactlefttheroom。

“Icouldnotescapesoonenough。”shesaidtoRastignac。

Thestudentbowedsadlyinreply。Mme。deRestaudtookherfather’shandandkissedit。

“Forgiveme，father！Youusedtosaythatmyvoicewouldcallyoubackfromthegrave；ah！comebackforonemomenttoblessyourpenitentdaughter。Doyouhearme？Oh！thisisfearful！Nooneonearthwilleverblessmehenceforth；everyonehatesme；noonelovesmebutyouinalltheworld。Myownchildrenwillhateme。

Takemewithyou，father；Iwillloveyou，Iwilltakecareofyou。Hedoesnothearme……Iammad……”

Shefellonherknees，andgazedwildlyatthehumanwreckbeforeher。

“Mycupofmiseryisfull。”shesaid，turninghereyesuponEugene。“M。deTrailleshasfled，leavingenormousdebtsbehindhim，andIhavefoundoutthathewasdeceivingme。Myhusbandwillneverforgiveme，andIhaveleftmyfortuneinhishands。I

havelostallmyillusions。Alas！Ihaveforsakentheoneheartthatlovedme(shepointedtoherfatherasshespoke)，andforwhom？Ihaveheldhiskindnesscheap，andslightedhisaffection；

manyandmanyatimeIhavegivenhimpain，ungratefulwretchthatIam！“

“Heknewit。”saidRastignac。

JustthenGoriot’seyelidsunclosed；itwasonlyamuscularcontraction，buttheCountess’suddenstartofrevivinghopewasnolessdreadfulthanthedyingeyes。

“Isitpossiblethathecanhearme？“criedtheCountess。“No。”

sheansweredherself，andsatdownbesidethebed。AsMme。deRestaudseemedtowishtositbyherfather，Eugenewentdowntotakealittlefood。Theboarderswerealreadyassembled。

“Well。”remarkedthepainter，ashejoinedthem，“itseemsthatthereistobeadeath-oramaupstairs。”

“Charles，Ithinkyoumightfindsomethinglesspainfultojokeabout。”saidEugene。

“Sowemaynotlaughhere？“returnedthepainter。“Whatharmdoesitdo？Bianchonsaidthattheoldmanwasquiteinsensible。”

“Well，then。”saidtheemployefromtheMuseum，“hewilldieashehaslived。”

“Myfatherisdead！“shriekedtheCountess。

TheterriblecrybroughtSylvie，Rastignac，andBianchon；Mme。deRestaudhadfaintedaway。Whensherecoveredtheycarriedherdownstairs，andputherintothecabthatstoodwaitingatthedoor。EugenesentTheresewithher，andbadethemaidtaketheCountesstoMme。deNucingen。

Bianchoncamedowntothem。

“Yes，heisdead。”hesaid。

“Come，sitdowntodinner，gentlemen。”saidMme。Vauquer，“orthesoupwillbecold。”

Thetwostudentssatdowntogether。

“Whatisthenextthingtobedone？“EugeneaskedofBianchon。

“Ihaveclosedhiseyesandcomposedhislimbs。”saidBianchon。

“WhenthecertificatehasbeenofficiallyregisteredattheMayor’soffice，wewillsewhiminhiswindingsheetandburyhimsomewhere。Whatdoyouthinkweoughttodo？“

“Hewillnotsmellathisbreadlikethisanymore。”saidthepainter，mimickingtheoldman’slittletrick。

“Oh，hangitall！“criedthetutor，“letFatherGoriotdrop，andletushavesomethingelseforachange。Heisastandingdish，andwehavehadhimwitheverysaucethishourormore。ItisoneoftheprivilegesofthegoodcityofParisthatanybodymaybeborn，orlive，ordietherewithoutattractinganyattentionwhatsoever。Letusprofitbytheadvantagesofcivilization。

Therearefiftyorsixtydeathseveryday；ifyouhaveamindtodoit，youcansitdownatanytimeandwailoverwholehecatombsofdeadinParis。FatherGoriothasgoneoffthehooks，hashe？

Somuchthebetterforhim。Ifyouveneratehismemory，keepittoyourselves，andlettherestofusfeedinpeace。”

“Oh，tobesure。”saidthewidow，“itisallthebetterforhimthatheisdead。Itlooksasthoughhehadhadtroubleenough，poorsoul，whilehewasalive。”

AndthiswasallthefuneralorationdeliveredoverhimwhohadbeenforEugenethetypeandembodimentofFatherhood。

Thefifteenlodgersbegantotalkasusual。WhenBianchonandEugenehadsatisfiedtheirhunger，therattleofspoonsandforks，theboisterousconversation，theexpressionsonthefacesthatbespokevariousdegreesofwantoffeeling，gluttony，orindifference，everythingaboutthemmadethemshiverwithloathing。Theywentouttofindapriesttowatchthatnightwiththedead。Itwasnecessarytomeasuretheirlastpiouscaresbythescantysumofmoneythatremained。Beforenineo’clockthateveningthebodywaslaidoutonthebaresackingofthebedsteadinthedesolateroom；alightedcandlestoodoneitherside，andthepriestwatchedatthefoot。Rastignacmadeinquiriesofthislatterastotheexpensesofthefuneral，andwrotetotheBarondeNucingenandtheComtedeRestaud，entreatingbothgentlementoauthorizetheirmanofbusinesstodefraythechargesoflayingtheirfather-in-lawinthegrave。HesentChristophewiththeletters；thenhewenttobed，tiredout，andslept。

NextdayBianchonandRastignacwereobligedtotakethecertificatetotheregistrarthemselves，andbytwelveo’clocktheformalitieswerecompleted。Twohourswentby，nowordcamefromtheCountnorfromtheBaron；nobodyappearedtoactforthem，andRastignachadalreadybeenobligedtopaythepriest。

Sylvieaskedtenfrancsforsewingtheoldmaninhiswinding-

sheetandmakinghimreadyforthegrave，andEugeneandBianchoncalculatedthattheyhadscarcelysufficienttopayforthefuneral，ifnothingwasforthcomingfromthedeadman’sfamily。

Soitwasthemedicalstudentwholaidhiminapauper’scoffin，despatchedfromBianchon’shospital，whenceheobtaineditatacheaperrate。

“Letusplaythosewretchesatrick。”saidhe。“Gotothecemetery，buyagraveforfiveyearsatPere-Lachaise，andarrangewiththeChurchandtheundertakertohaveathird-classfuneral。Ifthedaughtersandtheirhusbandsdeclinetorepayyou，youcancarvethisontheheadstone——’HERELIESM。GORIOT，FATHEROFTHECOMTESSEDERESTAUDANDTHEBARONNEDENUCINGEN，INTERREDATTHEEXPENSEOFTWOSTUDENTS。’“

Eugenetookpartofhisfriend’sadvice，butonlyafterhehadgoneinpersonfirsttoM。andMme。deNucingen，andthentoM。

andMme。deRestaud——afruitlesserrand。Hewentnofurtherthanthedoorstepineitherhouse。Theservantshadreceivedstrictorderstoadmitnoone。

“MonsieurandMadamecanseenovisitors。Theyhavejustlosttheirfather，andareindeepgriefovertheirloss。”

Eugene’sParisianexperiencetoldhimthatitwasidletopressthepoint。SomethingclutchedstrangelyathisheartwhenhesawthatitwasimpossibletoreachDelphine。

“Sellsomeofyourornaments。”hewrotehastilyintheporter’sroom，“sothatyourfathermaybedecentlylaidinhislastresting-place。”

Hesealedthenote，andbeggedtheportertogiveittoThereseforhermistress；butthemantookittotheBarondeNucingen，whoflungthenoteintothefire。Eugene，havingfinishedhiserrands，returnedtothelodging-houseaboutthreeo’clock。Inspiteofhimself，thetearscameintohiseyes。Thecoffin，initsscantycoveringofblackcloth，wasstandingthereonthepavementbeforethegate，ontwochairs。Awitheredsprigofhyssopwassoakingintheholywaterbowlofsilver-platedcopper；therewasnotasoulinthestreet，notapasser-byhadstoppedtosprinklethecoffin；therewasnotevenanattemptatablackdraperyoverthewicket。Itwasapauperwholaythere；

noonemadeapretenceofmourningforhim；hehadneitherfriendsnorkindred——therewasnoonetofollowhimtothegrave。

Bianchon’sdutiescompelledhimtobeatthehospital，buthehadleftafewlinesforEugene，tellinghisfriendaboutthearrangementshehadmadefortheburialservice。Thehousestudent’snotetoldRastignacthatamasswasbeyondtheirmeans，thattheordinaryofficeforthedeadwascheaper，andmustsuffice，andthathehadsentwordtotheundertakerbyChristophe。EugenehadscarcelyfinishedreadingBianchon’sscrawl，whenhelookedupandsawthelittlecirculargoldlocketthatcontainedthehairofGoriot’stwodaughtersinMme。

Vauquer’shands。

“Howdaredyoutakeit？“heasked。

“GoodLord！isthattobeburiedalongwithhim？“retortedSylvie。“Itisgold。”

“Ofcourseitshall！“Eugeneansweredindignantly；“heshallatanyratetakeonethingthatmayrepresenthisdaughtersintothegravewithhim。”

Whenthehearsecame，Eugenehadthecoffincarriedintothehouseagain，unscrewedthelid，andreverentlylaidontheoldman’sbreastthetokenthatrecalledthedayswhenDelphineandAnastasiewereinnocentlittlemaidens，beforetheybegan“tothinkforthemselves。”ashehadmoanedoutinhisagony。

RastignacandChristopheandthetwoundertaker’smenweretheonlyfollowersofthefuneral。TheChurchofSaint-EtienneduMontwasonlyalittledistancefromtheRueNueve-Sainte-

Genevieve。Whenthecoffinhadbeendepositedinalow，dark，littlechapel，thelawstudentlookedroundinvainforGoriot’stwodaughtersortheirhusbands。Christophewashisonlyfellow-

mourner；Christophe，whoappearedtothinkitwashisdutytoattendthefuneralofthemanwhohadputhiminthewayofsuchhandsometips。Astheywaitedthereinthechapelforthetwopriests，thechorister，andthebeadle，RastignacgraspedChristophe’shand。Hecouldnotutterawordjustthen。

“Yes，MonsieurEugene。”saidChristophe，“hewasagoodandworthyman，whoneversaidonewordlouderthananother；heneverdidanyoneanyharm，andgavenobodyanytrouble。”

Thetwopriests，thechorister，andthebeadlecame，andsaidanddidasmuchascouldbeexpectedforseventyfrancsinanagewhenreligioncannotaffordtosayprayersfornothing。

Theecclesiaticschantedapsalm，theLiberanosandtheDeprofundis。Thewholeservicelastedabouttwentyminutes。Therewasbutonemourningcoach，whichthepriestandchoristeragreedtosharewithEugeneandChristophe。

“Thereisnooneelsetofollowus。”remarkedthepriest，“sowemayaswellgoquickly，andsosavetime；itishalf-pastfive。”

Butjustasthecoffinwasputinthehearse，twoemptycarriages，withthearmorialbearingsoftheComtedeRestaudandtheBarondeNucingen，arrivedandfollowedintheprocessiontoPere-Lachaise。Atsixo’clockGoriot’scoffinwasloweredintothegrave，hisdaughters’servantsstandingroundthewhile。Theecclesiasticrecitedtheshortprayerthatthestudentscouldaffordtopayfor，andthenbothpriestandlackeysdisappearedatonce。Thetwogravediggersflunginseveralspadefulsofearth，andthenstoppedandaskedRastignacfortheirfee。Eugenefeltinvaininhispocket，andwasobligedtoborrowfivefrancsofChristophe。Thisthing，sotriflinginitself，gaveRastignacaterriblepangofdistress。Itwasgrowingdusk，thedamptwilightfrettedhisnerves；hegazeddownintothegraveandthetearsheshedweredrawnfromhimbythesacredemotion，asingle-heartedsorrow。Whensuchtearsfallonearth，theirradiancereachesheaven。AndwiththattearthatfellonFatherGoriot’sgrave，EugeneRastignac’syouthended。Hefoldedhisarmsandgazedatthecloudedsky；andChristophe，afteraglanceathim，turnedandwent——Rastignacwasleftalone。

Hewentafewpacesfurther，tothehighestpointofthecemetery，andlookedoutoverParisandthewindingsoftheSeine；thelampswerebeginningtoshineoneithersideoftheriver。HiseyesturnedalmosteagerlytothespacebetweenthecolumnofthePlaceVendomeandthecupolaoftheInvalides；

therelaytheshiningworldthathehadwishedtoreach。Heglancedoverthathumminghive，seemingtodrawaforetasteofitshoney，andsaidmagniloquently：

“Henceforththereiswarbetweenus。”

AndbywayofthrowingdowntheglovetoSociety，RastignacwenttodinewithMme。deNucingen。

ADDENDUM

ThefollowingpersonagesappearinotherstoriesoftheHumanComedy。

Ajuda-Pinto，MarquisMigueld’

ScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeTheSecretsofaPrincessBeatrixBeauseant，MarquisAnEpisodeundertheTerrorBeauseant，VicomtedeTheDesertedWomanBeauseant，VicomtessedeTheDesertedWomanAlbertSavarusBianchon，HoraceTheAtheist’sMassCesarBirotteauTheCommissioninLunacyLostIllusionsADistinguishedProvincialatParisABachelor’sEstablishmentTheSecretsofaPrincessTheGovernmentClerksPierretteAStudyofWomanScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeHonorineTheSeamySideofHistoryTheMagicSkinASecondHomeAPrinceofBohemiaLettersofTwoBridesTheMuseoftheDepartmentTheImaginaryMistressTheMiddleClassesCousinBettyTheCountryParsonInaddition，M。Bianchonnarratedthefollowing：

AnotherStudyofWomanLaGrandeBretecheBibi-Lupin(chiefofsecretpolice，calledhimselfGondureau)

ScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeCarigliano，Marechal，DucdeSarrasineCollin，JacquesLostIllusionsADistinguishedProvincialatParisScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeTheMemberforArcisDervilleGobseckAStartinLifeTheGondrevilleMysteryColonelChabertScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeFranchessini，ColonelTheMemberforArcisGalathionne，PrincessADaughterofEveGobseck，Jean-EstherVanGobseckCesarBirotteauTheGovernmentClerksTheUnconsciousHumoriistsJacques(M。deBeauseant’sbutler)

TheDesertedWomanLangeais，DuchesseAntoinettedeTheThirteenMarsay，HenrideTheThirteenTheUnconsciousHumoristsAnotherStudyofWomanTheLilyoftheValleyJealousiesofaCountryTownUrsuleMirouetAMarriageSettlementLostIllusionsADistinguishedProvincialatParisLettersofTwoBridesTheBallatSceauxModestMignonTheSecretsofaPrincessTheGondrevilleMysteryADaughterofEveMaurice(deRestaud’svalet)

GobseckMontriveau，GeneralMarquisArmanddeTheThirteenLostIllusionsADistinguishedProvincialatParisAnotherStudyofWomanPierretteTheMemberforArcisNucingen，BaronFredericdeTheFirmofNucingenPierretteCesarBirotteauLostIllusionsADistinguishedProvincialatParisScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeAnotherStudyofWomanTheSecretsofaPrincessAManofBusinessCousinBettyTheMuseoftheDepartmentTheUnconsciousHumoristsNucingen，BaronneDelphinedeTheThirteenEugenieGrandetCesarBirotteauMelmothReconciledLostIllusionsADistinguishedProvincialatParisTheCommissioninLunacyScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeModesteMignonTheFirmofNucingenAnotherStudyofWomanADaughterofEveTheMemberforArcisPoiretTheGovernmentClerksAStartinLifeScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeTheMiddleClassesPoiret，Madame(neeChristine-MichelleMichonneau)

ScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeTheMiddleClassesRastignac，BaronandBaronnede(Eugene’sparents)

LostIllusionsRastignac，EugenedeADistinguishedProvincialatParisScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeTheBallatSceauxTheInterdictionAStudyofWomanAnotherStudyofWomanTheMagicSkinTheSecretsofaPrincessADaughterofEveTheGondrevilleMysteryTheFirmofNucingenCousinBettyTheMemberforArcisTheUnconsciousHumoristsRastignac，Laure-RoseandAgathedeLostIllusionsTheMemberforArcisRastignac，MonseigneurGabrieldeTheCountryParsonADaughterofEveRestaud，ComtedeGobseckRestaud，ComtesseAnastasiedeGobseckSelerierScenesfromaCourtesan’sLifeTaillefer，Jean-FredericTheFirmofNucingenTheMagicSkinTheRedInnTaillefer，VictorineTheRedInnThereseADaughterofEveTissot，Pierre-FrancoisAPrinceofBohemiaTrailles，ComteMaximedeCesarBirotteauGobseckUrsuleMirouetAManofBusinessTheMemberforArcisTheSecretsofaPrincessCousinBettyTheMemberforArcisBeatrixTheUnconsciousHumoristsEnd