father goriot(高老头)-第47节
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the point of honor？〃
Father Goriot was looking on and listening to this pretty quarrel with a placid smile； as if he had found some balm for all the sorrows of life。
〃Child that you are！〃 she cried again； catching Eugene's hand。 〃You are just beginning life； you find barriers at the outset that many a man finds insurmountable； a woman's hand opens the way and you shrink back！ Why； you are sure to succeed！ You will have a brilliant future。 Success is written on that broad forehead of yours； and will you not be able to repay me my loan of today？ Did not a lady in olden times arm her knight with sword and helmet and coat of mail； and find him a charger； so that he might fight for her in the tournament？ Well； then； Eugene； these things that I offer you are the weapons of this age； every one who means to be something must have such tools as these。 A pretty place your garret must be if it is like papa's room！ See； dinner is waiting all this time。 Do you want to make me unhappy？Why don't you answer？〃 she said； shaking his hand。 〃MON DIEU！ papa； make up his mind for him； or I will go away and never see him any more。〃
〃I will make up your mind；〃 said Goriot； coming down from the clouds。 〃Now； my dear M。 Eugene； the next thing is to borrow money of the Jews； isn't it？〃
〃There is positively no help for it；〃 said Eugene。
〃All right； I will give you credit；〃 said the other； drawing out a cheap leather pocket…book； much the worse for wear。 〃I have turned Jew myself； I paid for everything； here are the invoices。 You do not owe a penny for anything here。 It did not come to very muchfive thousand francs at most； and I am going to lend you the money myself。 I am not a womanyou can refuse me。 You shall give me a receipt on a scrap of paper； and you can return it some time or other。〃
Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement； tears sprang to their eyes。 Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly。
〃Well； what is all this about？ Are you not my children？〃
〃Oh！ my poor father；〃 said Mme。 de Nucingen； 〃how did you do it？〃
〃Ah！ now you ask me。 When I made up my mind to move him nearer to you； and saw you buying things as if they were wedding presents； I said to myself； 'She will never be able to pay for them。' The attorney says that those law proceedings will last quite six months before your husband can be made to disgorge your fortune。 Well and good。 I sold out my property in the funds that brought in thirteen hundred and fifty livres a year； and bought a safe annuity of twelve hundred francs a year for fifteen thousand francs。 Then I paid your tradesmen out of the rest of the capital。 As for me； children； I have a room upstairs for which I pay fifty crowns a year； I can live like a prince on two francs a day； and still have something left over。 I shall not have to spend anything much on clothes； for I never wear anything out。 This fortnight past I have been laughing in my sleeve； thinking to myself； 'How happy they are going to be！' andwell； now； are you not happy？〃
〃Oh papa！ papa！〃 cried Mme。 de Nucingen； springing to her father； who took her on his knee。 She covered him with kisses； her fair hair brushed his cheek； her tears fell on the withered face that had grown so bright and radiant。
〃Dear father； what a father you are！ No； there is not another father like you under the sun。 If Eugene loved you before； what must he feel for you now？〃
〃Why； children； why Delphinette！〃 cried Goriot； who had not felt his daughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years； 〃do you want me to die of joy？ My poor heart will break！ Come； Monsieur Eugene； we are quits already。〃 And the old man strained her to his breast with such fierce and passionate force that she cried out。
〃Oh！ you are hurting me！〃 she said。
〃I am hurting you！〃 He grew pale at the words。 The pain expressed in his face seemed greater than it is given to humanity to know。 The agony of this Christ of paternity can only be compared with the masterpieces of those princes of the palette who have left for us the record of their visions of an agony suffered for a whole world by the Saviour of men。 Father Goriot pressed his lips very gently against the waist than his fingers had grasped too roughly。
〃Oh！ no； no；〃 he cried。 〃I have not hurt you； have I？〃 and his smile seemed to repeat the question。 〃YOU have hurt me with that cry just now。The things cost rather more than that；〃 he said in her ear； with another gentle kiss； 〃but I had to deceive him about it； or he would have been angry。〃
Eugene sat dumb with amazement in the presence of this inexhaustible love； he gazed at Goriot； and his face betrayed the artless admiration which shapes the beliefs of youth。
〃I will be worthy of all this；〃 he cried。
〃Oh！ my Eugene； that is nobly said；〃 and Mme。 de Nucingen kissed the law student on the forehead。
〃He gave up Mlle。 Taillefer and her millions for you；〃 said Father Goriot。 〃Yes； the little thing was in love with you； and now that her brother is dead she is as rich as Croesus。〃
〃Oh！ why did you tell her？〃 cried Rastignac。
〃Eugene；〃 Delphine said in his ear； 〃I have one regret now this evening。 Ah！ how I will love you！ and for ever！〃
〃This is the happiest day I have had since you two were married！〃 cried Goriot。 〃God may send me any suffering； so long as I do not suffer through you； and I can still say； 'In this short month of February I had more happiness than other men have in their whole lives。'Look at me； Fifine！〃 he said to his daughter。 〃She is very beautiful； is she not？ Tell me； now； have you seen many women with that pretty soft colorthat little dimple of hers？ No； I thought not。 Ah； well； and but for me this lovely woman would never have been。 And very soon happiness will make her a thousand times lovelier； happiness through you。 I could give up my place in heaven to you； neighbor； if needs be； and go down to hell instead。 Come； let us have dinner；〃 he added； scarcely knowing what he said； 〃everything is ours。〃
〃Poor dear father！〃
He rose and went over to her； and took her face in his hands； and set a kiss on the plaits of hair。 〃If you only knew； little one； how happy you can make mehow little it takes to make me happy！ Will you come and see me sometimes？ I shall be just above； so it is only a step。 Promise me； say that you will！〃
〃Yes； dear father。〃
〃Say it again。〃
〃Yes； I will； my kind father。〃
〃Hush！ hush！ I should make you say it a hundred times over if I followed my own wishes。 Let us have dinner。〃
The three behaved like children that evening； and Father Goriot's spirits were certainly not the least wild。 He lay at his daughter's feet； kissed them； gazed into her eyes； rubbed his head against her dress； in short； no young lover could have been more extravagant or more tender。
〃You see！〃 Delphine said with a look at Eugene； 〃so long as my father is with us； he monopolizes me。 He will be rather in the way sometimes。〃
Eugene had himself already felt certain twinges of jealousy； and could not blame this speech that contained the germ of all ingratitude。
〃And when will the rooms be ready？〃 asked Eugene； looking round。 〃We must all leave them this evening； I suppose。〃
〃Yes； but to…morrow you must come and dine with me；〃 she answered； with an eloquent glance。 〃It is our night at the Italiens。〃
〃I shall go to the pit；〃 said her father。
It was midnight。 Mme。 de Nucingen's carriage was waiting for her； and Father Goriot and the student walked back to the Maison Vauquer； talking of Delphine； and warming over their talk till there grew up a curious rivalry between the two violent passions。 Eugene could not help seeing that the father's self…less love was deeper and more steadfast than his own。 For this worshiper Delphine was always pure and fair； and her father's adoration drew its fervor from a whole past as well as a future of love。
They found Mme。 Vauquer by the stove； with Sylvie and Christophe to keep her company； the old landlady； sitting like Marius among the ruins of Carthage； was waiting for the two lodgers that yet remained to her； and bemoaning her lot with the sympathetic Sylvie。 Tasso's lamentations as recorded in Byron's poem are undoubtedly eloquent； but for sheer force of truth they fall far short of the widow's cry from the depths。
〃Only three cups of coffee in the morning； Sylvie！ Oh dear！ to have your house emptied in this way is enough to break your heart。 What is life； now my lodgers are gone？ Nothing at all。 Just think of it！ It is just as if all the furniture had been taken out of the house； and your furniture is your life。 How have I offended heaven to draw down all this trouble upon me？ And haricot beans and potatoes laid in for twenty people！ The police in my house too！ We shall have to live on potatoes now； and Christophe will have to go！〃
The Savoyard； who was fast asleep； suddenly woke up at this； and said； 〃Madame；〃 questioningly。
〃Poor fellow！〃 said Sylvie； 〃he is like a dog。〃
〃In the dead season； too！ Nobody is moving now。 I would like to know where the lodgers are to drop down from。 It drives me distracted。 And that old witch of a Michonneau goes and takes Poiret with her！ What can she have done to make him so fond of her？ He runs about afte
