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The following day the family, meeting at eight o'clock for the earlybreakfast, made a picture of genuine domestic intimacy. Grief haddrawn Madame Grandet, Eugenie, and Charles /en rapport/; even Nanonsympathized, without knowing why. The four now made one family. As tothe old man, his satisfied avarice and the certainty of soon gettingrid of the dandy without having to pay more than his journey toNantes, made him nearly indifferent to his presence in the house. Heleft the two children, as he called Charles and Eugenie, free toconduct themselves as they pleased, under the eye of Madame Grandet,in whom he had implicit confidence as to all that concerned public andreligious morality. He busied himself in straightening the boundariesof his fields and ditches along the high-road, in his poplar-plantations beside the Loire, in the winter work of his vineyards, andat Froidfond. All these things occupied his whole time. wig gamiss

For Eugenie the springtime of love had come. Since the scene at nightwhen she gave her little treasure to her cousin, her heart hadfollowed the treasure. Confederates in the same secret, they looked ateach other with a mutual intelligence which sank to the depth of theirconsciousness, giving a closer communion, a more intimate relation totheir feelings, and putting them, so to speak, beyond the pale ofordinary life. Did not their near relationship warrant the gentlenessin their tones, the tenderness in their glances? Eugenie took delightin lulling her cousin's pain with the pretty childish joys of a new-born love. Are there no sweet similitudes between the birth of loveand the birth of life? Do we not rock the babe with gentle songs andsoftest glances? Do we not tell it marvellous tales of the goldenfuture? Hope herself, does she not spread her radiant wings above itshead? Does it not shed, with infant fickleness, its tears of sorrowand its tears of joy? Does it not fret for trifles, cry for the prettypebbles with which to build its shifting palaces, for the flowersforgotten as soon as plucked? Is it not eager to grasp the comingtime, to spring forward into life? Love is our second transformation.Childhood and love were one and the same thing to Eugenie and toCharles; it was a first passion, with all its child-like play,,themore caressing to their hearts because they now were wrapped insadness. Struggling at birth against the gloom of mourning, their lovewas only the more in harmony with the provincial plainness of thatgray and ruined house. As they exchanged a few words beside the wellin the silent court, or lingered in the garden for the sunset hour,sitting on a mossy seat saying to each other the infinite nothings oflove, or mused in the silent calm which reigned between the house andthe ramparts like that beneath the arches of a church, Charlescomprehended the sanctity of love; for his great lady, his dearAnnette, had taught him only its stormy troubles. At this moment heleft the worldly passion, coquettish, vain, and showy as it was, andturned to the true, pure love. He loved even the house, whose customsno longer seemed to him ridiculous. He got up early in the morningsthat he might talk with Eugenie for a moment before her father came todole out the provisions; when the steps of the old man sounded on thestaircase he escaped into the garden. The small criminality of thismorning /tete-a-tete/ which Nanon pretended not to see, gave to theirinnocent love the lively charm of a forbidden joy. wig gamiss

After breakfast, when Grandet had gone to his fields and his otheroccupations, Charles remained with the mother and daughter, finding anunknown pleasure in holding their skeins, in watching them at work, inlistening to their quiet prattle. The simplicity of this half-monasticlife, which revealed to him the beauty of these souls, unknown andunknowing of the world, touched him keenly. He had believed suchmorals impossible in France, and admitted their existence nowhere butin Germany; even so, they seemed to him fabulous, only real in thenovels of Auguste Lafontaine. Soon Eugenie became to him the Margaretof Goethe,before her fall. Day by day his words, his looks enrapturedthe poor girl, who yielded herself up with delicious non-resistance tothe current of love; she caught her happiness as a swimmer seizes theoverhanging branch of a willow to draw himself from the river and lieat rest upon its shore. Did no dread of a coming absence sadden thehappy hours of those fleeting days? Daily some little circumstancereminded them of the parting that was at hand.

Three days after the departure of des Grassins, Grandet took hisnephew to the Civil courts, with the solemnity which country peopleattach to all legal acts, that he might sign a deed surrendering hisrights in his father's estate. Terrible renunciation! species ofdomestic apostasy! Charles also went before Maitre Cruchot to make twopowers of attorney,,one for des Grassins, the other for the friendwhom he had charged with the sale of his belongings. After that heattended to all the formalities necessary to obtain a passport forforeign countries; and finally, when he received his simple mourningclothes from Paris, he sent for the tailor of Saumur and sold to himhis useless wardrobe. This last act pleased Grandet exceedingly."Ah! now you look like a man prepared to embark and make yourfortune," he said, when Charles appeared in a surtout of plain blackcloth. "Good! very good!" f wight county press

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