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 ****** 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 wish to rob me,--do you, little one?""But, Monsieur Cruchot, what am I to do?" said Eugenie impatiently.
"Well," said the notary, "it is necessary to sign this deed, by which you renounce your rights to your mother's estate and leave your father the use and disposition, during his lifetime, of all the property undivided between you, of which he guarantees you the capital.""I do not understand a word of what you are saying," returned Eugenie;"give me the deed, and show me where I am to sign it."Pere Grandet looked alternately at the deed and at his daughter, at his daughter and at the deed, undergoing as he did so such violent emotion that he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"My little girl," he said, "if, instead of signing this deed, which will cost a great deal to record, you would simply agree to renounce your rights as heir to your poor dear, deceased mother's property, and would trust to me for the future, I should like it better. In that case I will pay you monthly the good round sum of a hundred francs.
See, now, you could pay for as many masses as you want for anybody--Hein! a hundred francs a month--in /livres/?""I will do all you wish, father."
"Mademoiselle," said the notary, "it is my duty to point out to you that you are despoiling yourself without guarantee--""Good heavens! what is all that to me?"
"Hold your tongue, Cruchot! It's settled, all settled," cried Grandet, taking his daughter's hand and striking it with his own. "Eugenie, you won't go back on your word?--you are an honest girl, hein?""Oh! father!--"
He kissed her effusively, and pressed her in his arms till he almost choked her.
"Go, my good child, you restore your father's life; but you only return to him that which he gave you: we are quits. This is how business should be done. Life is a business. I bless you! you are a virtuous girl, and you love your father. Do just what you like in future. To-morrow, Cruchot," he added, looking at the horrified notary, "you will see about preparing the deed of relinquishment, and then enter it on the records of the court."The next morning Eugenie signed the papers by which she herself completed her spoliation. At the end of the first year, however, in spite of his bargain, the old man had not given his daughter one sou of the hundred francs he had so solemnly pledged to her. When Eugenie pleasantly reminded him of this, he could not help coloring, and went hastily to his secret hiding-place, from whence he brought down about a third of the jewels he had taken from his nephew, and gave them to her.
"There, little one," he said in a sarcastic tone, "do you want those for your twelve hundred francs?""Oh! father, truly? will you really give them to me?""I'll give you as many more next year," he said, throwing them into her apron. "So before long you'll get all his gewgaws," he added, rubbing his hands, delighted to be able to speculate on his daughter's feelings.
Nevertheless, the old man, though still robust, felt the importance of initiating his daughter into the secrets of his thrift and its management. For two consecutive years he made her order the household meals in his presence and receive the rents, and he taught her slowly and successively the names and remunerative capacity of his vineyards and his farms. About the third year he had so thoroughly accustomed her to his avaricious methods that they had turned into the settled habits of her own life, and he was able to leave the household keys in her charge without anxiety, and to install her as mistress of the house.
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