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impression that Vautrin made upon them。 He knew or guessed the

concerns of every one about him; but none of them had been able

to penetrate his thoughts; or to discover his occupation。 He had

deliberately made his apparent good…nature; his unfailing

readiness to oblige; and his high spirits into a barrier between

himself and the rest of them; but not seldom he gave glimpses of

appalling depths of character。 He seemed to delight in scourging

the upper classes of society with the lash of his tongue; to take

pleasure in convicting it of inconsistency; in mocking at law and

order with some grim jest worthy of Juvenal; as if some grudge

against the social system rankled in him; as if there were some

mystery carefully hidden away in his life。



Mlle。 Taillefer felt attracted; perhaps unconsciously; by the

strength of the one man; and the good looks of the other; her

stolen glances and secret thoughts were divided between them; but

neither of them seemed to take any notice of her; although some

day a chance might alter her position; and she would be a wealthy

heiress。 For that matter; there was not a soul in the house who

took any trouble to investigate the various chronicles of

misfortunes; real or imaginary; related by the rest。 Each one

regarded the others with indifference; tempered by suspicion; it

was a natural result of their relative positions。 Practical

assistance not one could give; this they all knew; and they had

long since exhausted their stock of condolence over previous

discussions of their grievances。 They were in something the same

position as an elderly couple who have nothing left to say to

each other。 The routine of existence kept them in contact; but

they were parts of a mechanism which wanted oil。 There was not

one of them but would have passed a blind man begging in the

street; not one that felt moved to pity by a tale of misfortune;

not one who did not see in death the solution of the all…

absorbing problem of misery which left them cold to the most

terrible anguish in others。



The happiest of these hapless beings was certainly Mme。 Vauquer;

who reigned supreme over this hospital supported by voluntary

contributions。 For her; the little garden; which silence; and

cold; and rain; and drought combined to make as dreary as an

Asian steppe; was a pleasant shaded nook; the gaunt yellow house;

the musty odors of a back shop had charms for her; and for her

alone。 Those cells belonged to her。 She fed those convicts

condemned to penal servitude for life; and her authority was

recognized among them。 Where else in Paris would they have found

wholesome food in sufficient quantity at the prices she charged

them; and rooms which they were at liberty to make; if not

exactly elegant or comfortable; at any rate clean and healthy? If

she had committed some flagrant act of injustice; the victim

would have borne it in silence。



Such a gathering contained; as might have been expected; the

elements out of which a complete society might be constructed。

And; as in a school; as in the world itself; there was among the

eighteen men and women who met round the dinner table a poor

creature; despised by all the others; condemned to be the butt of

all their jokes。 At the beginning of Eugene de Rastignac's second

twelvemonth; this figure suddenly started out into bold relief

against the background of human forms and faces among which the

law student was yet to live for another two years to come。 This

laughing…stock was the retired vermicelli…merchant; Father

Goriot; upon whose face a painter; like the historian; would have

concentrated all the light in his picture。



How had it come about that the boarders regarded him with a half…

malignant contempt? Why did they subject the oldest among their

number to a kind of persecution; in which there was mingled some

pity; but no respect for his misfortunes? Had he brought it on

himself by some eccentricity or absurdity; which is less easily

forgiven or forgotten than more serious defects? The question

strikes at the root of many a social injustice。 Perhaps it is

only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will

endure suffering; whether by reason of its genuine humility; or

indifference; or sheer helplessness。 Do we not; one and all; like

to feel our strength even at the expense of some one or of

something? The poorest sample of humanity; the street arab; will

pull the bell handle at every street door in bitter weather; and

scramble up to write his name on the unsullied marble of a

monument。



In the year 1813; at the age of sixty…nine or thereabouts;

〃Father Goriot〃 had sold his business and retiredto Mme。

Vauquer's boarding house。 When he first came there he had taken

the rooms now occupied by Mme。 Couture; he had paid twelve

hundred francs a year like a man to whom five louis more or less

was a mere trifle。 For him Mme。 Vauquer had made various

improvements in the three rooms destined for his use; in

consideration of a certain sum paid in advance; so it was said;

for the miserable furniture; that is to say; for some yellow

cotton curtains; a few chairs of stained wood covered with

Utrecht velvet; several wretched colored prints in frames; and

wall papers that a little suburban tavern would have disdained。

Possibly it was the careless generosity with which Father Goriot

allowed himself to be overreached at this period of his life

(they called him Monsieur Goriot very respectfully then) that

gave Mme。 Vauquer the meanest opinion of his business abilities;

she looked on him as an imbecile where money was concerned。



Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe; the gorgeous

outfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing。 Mme。

Vauquer's astonished eyes beheld no less than eighteen cambric…

fronted shirts; the splendor of their fineness being enhanced by

a pair of pins each bearing a large diamond; and connected by a

short chain; an ornament which adorned the vermicelli…maker's

shirt front。 He usually wore a coat of corn…flower blue; his

rotund and portly person was still further set off by a clean

white waistcoat; and a gold chain and seals which dangled over

that broad expanse。 When his hostess accused him of being 〃a bit

of a beau;〃 he smiled with the vanity of a citizen whose foible

is gratified。 His cupboards (ormoires; as he called them in the

popular dialect) were filled with a quantity of plate that he

brought with him。 The widow's eyes gleamed as she obligingly

helped him to unpack the soup ladles; table…spoons; forks; cruet…

stands; tureens; dishes; and breakfast servicesall of silver;

which were duly arranged upon shelves; besides a few more or less

handsome pieces of plate; all weighing no inconsiderable number

of ounces; he could not bring himself to part with these gifts

that reminded him of past domestic festivals。



〃This was my wife's present to me on the first anniversary of our

wedding day;〃 he said to Mme。 Vauquer; as he put away a little

silver posset dish; with two turtle…doves billing on the cover。

〃Poor dear! she spent on it all the money she had saved before we

were married。 Do you know; I would sooner scratch the earth with

my nails for a living; madame; than part with that。 But I shall

be able to take my coffee out of it every morning for the rest of

my days; thank the Lord! I am not to be pitied。 There's not much

fear of my starving for some time to come。〃



Finally; Mme。 Vauquer's magpie's eye had discovered and read

certain entries in the list of shareholders in the funds; and;

after a rough calculation; was disposed to credit Goriot (worthy

man) with something like ten thousand francs a year。 From that

day forward Mme。 Vauquer (nee de Conflans); who; as a matter of

fact; had seen forty…eight summers; though she would only own to

thirty…nine of themMme。 Vauquer had her own ideas。 Though

Goriot's eyes seemed to have shrunk in their sockets; though they

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