That term applied to his daughter was the superlative expression ofthe old miser's joy.
"Then that makes two hundred thousand pieces of twenty sous each?""Yes, Mademoiselle Grandet."
"Then, father, you can easily help Charles."
The amazement, the anger, the stupefaction of Belshazzar when he sawthe /Mene-Tekel-Upharsin/ before his eyes is not to be compared withthe cold rage of Grandet, who, having forgotten his nephew, now foundhim enshrined in the heart and calculations of his daughter."What's this? Ever since that dandy put foot in MY house everythinggoes wrong! You behave as if you had the right to buy sugar-plums andmake feasts and weddings. I won't have that sort of thing. I hope Iknow my duty at my time of life! I certainly sha'n't take lessons frommy daughter, or from anybody else. I shall do for my nephew what it isproper to do, and you have no need to poke your nose into it. As foryou, Eugenie," he added, facing her, "don't speak of this again, orI'll send you to the Abbaye des Noyers with Nanon, see if I don't; andno later than to-morrow either, if you disobey me! Where is thatfellow, has he come down yet?" best hair extensions
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"He is weeping for his father," said Eugenie.
Grandet looked at his daughter without finding a word to say; afterall, he was a father. He made a couple of turns up and down the room,and then went hurriedly to his secret den to think over an investmenthe was meditating in the public Funds. The thinning out of his twothousand acres of forest land had yielded him six hundred thousandfrancs: putting this sum to that derived from the sale of his poplarsand to his other gains for the last year and for the current year, hehad amassed a total of nine hundred thousand francs, without countingthe two hundred thousand he had got by the sale just concluded. Thetwenty per cent which Cruchot assured him would gain in a short timefrom the Funds, then quoted at seventy, tempted him. He figured outhis calculation on the margin of the newspaper which gave the accountof his brother's death, all the while hearing the moans of his nephew,but without listening to them. Nanon came and knocked on the wall tosummon him to dinner. On the last step of the staircase he was sayingto himself as he came down,--
"I'll do it; I shall get eight per cent interest. In two years I shallhave fifteen hundred thousand francs, which I will then draw out ingood gold,--Well, where's my nephew?"
"He says he doesn't want anything to eat," answered Nanon; "that's notgood for him."