"Poor indeed!" said Grandet; "he isn't worth a sou!"
"Eh! poor boy, and he's sleeping like the king of the world!" saidNanon in a gentle voice.
Eugenie stopped eating. Her heart was wrung, as the young heart iswrung when pity for the suffering of one she loves overflows, for thefirst time, the whole being of a woman. The poor girl wept."What are you crying about? You didn't know your uncle," said herfather, giving her one of those hungry tigerish looks he doubtlessthrew upon his piles of gold.