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By this time the table was set. Sylvie was boiling the milk, Mme. Vauquer was lighting a fire in the stove with some assistance from Vautrin, who kept humming to himself:
âThe same old story everywhere, A roving heart and a roving glance.â
When everything was ready, Mme. Couture and Mlle. Taillefer came in.
âWhere have you been this morning, fair lady?â said Mme. Vauquer, turning to Mme. Couture.
âWe have just been to say our prayers at Saint-Etienne du Mont. To-day is the day when we must go to see M. Taillefer. Poor little thing! She is trembling like a leaf,â Mme. Couture went on, as she seated herself before the fire and held the steaming soles of her boots to the blaze.
âWarm yourself, Victorine,â said Mme. Vauquer.
âIt is quite right and proper, mademoiselle, to pray to Heaven to soften your fatherâs heart,â said Vautrin, as he drew a chair nearer to the orphan girl; âbut that is not enough. What you want is a friend who will give the monster a piece of his mind; a barbarian that has three millions (so they say), and will not give you a dowry; and a pretty girl needs a dowry nowadays.â
âPoor child!â said Mme. Vauquer. âNever mind, my pet, your wretch of a father is going just the way to bring trouble upon himself.â
Victorineâs eyes filled with tears at the words, and the widow checked herself at a sign from Mme. Couture.
âIf we could only see him!â said the Commissary-Generalâs widow; âif I could speak to him myself and give him his wifeâs last letter! I have never dared to run the risk of sending it by post; he knew my handwriting——â
ââOh woman, persecuted and injured innocent!ââ exclaimed Vautrin, breaking in upon her. âSo that is how you are, is it? In a few daysâ time I will look into your affairs, and it will be all right, you shall see.â
âOh! sir,â said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin, who showed no sign of being touched by it, âif you know of any way of communicating with my father, please be sure and tell him that his affection and my motherâs honor are more to me than all the money in the world. If you can induce him to relent a little towards me, I will pray to God for you. You may be sure of my gratitude——â
âThe same old story everywhere,â sang Vautrin, with a satirical intonation. At this juncture, Goriot, Mlle. Michonneau, and Poiret came downstairs together; possibly the scent of the gravy which Sylvie was making to serve with the mutton had announced breakfast. The seven people thus assembled bade each other good-morning, and took their places at the table; the clock struck ten, and the studentâs footstep was heard outside.
âAh! here you are, M. Eugene,â said Sylvie; âevery one is breakfasting at home to-day.â
The student exchanged greetings with the lodgers, and sat down beside Goriot.
âI have just met with a queer adventure,â he said, as he helped himself (...)
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