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âYet, how if Vautrin should die without saying a word?â Rastignac asked himself.
He hurried along the alleys of the Luxembourg Gardens as if the hounds of justice were after him, and he already heard the baying of the pack.
âWell?â shouted Bianchon, âyou have seen the Pilote?â
The Pilote was a Radical sheet, edited by M. Tissot. It came out several hours later than the morning papers, and was meant for the benefit of country subscribers; for it brought the morning news into provincial districts twenty-four hours sooner than the ordinary local journals.
âThere is a wonderful history in it,â said the house student of the HĂŽpital Cochin. âYoung Taillefer called out Count Franchessini, of the Old Guard, and the Count put a couple of inches of steel into his forehead. And here is little Victorine one of the richest heiresses in Paris! If we had known that, eh? What a game of chance death is! They say Victorine was sweet on you; was there any truth in it?â
âShut up, Bianchon; I shall never marry her. I am in love with a charming woman, and she is in love with me, soâ ââ
âYou said that as if you were screwing yourself up to be faithful to her. I should like to see the woman worth the sacrifice of Master Tailleferâs money!â
âAre all the devils of hell at my heels?â cried Rastignac.
âWhat is the matter with you? Are you mad? Give us your hand,â said Bianchon, âand let me feel your pulse. You are feverish.â
âJust go to Mother Vauquerâs,â said Rastignac; âthat scoundrel Vautrin has dropped down like one dead.â
âAha!â said Bianchon, leaving Rastignac to his reflections, âyou confirm my suspicions, and now I mean to make sure for myself.â
The law studentâs long walk was a memorable one for him. He made in some sort a survey of his conscience. After a close scrutiny, after hesitation and self-examination, his honor at any rate came out scatheless from this sharp and terrible ordeal, like a bar of iron tested in the English fashion. He remembered Father Goriotâs confidences of the evening before; he recollected the rooms taken for him in the Rue dâArtois, so that he might be near Delphine; and then he thought of his letter, and read it again and kissed it.
âSuch a love is my anchor of safety,â he said to himself. âHow the old manâs heart must have been wrung! He says nothing about all that he has been through; but who could not guess? Well, then, I will be like a son to him; his life shall be made happy. If she cares for me, she will often come to spend the day with him. That grand Comtesse de Restaud is a heartless thing; she would make her father into her hall porter. Dear Delphine! she is kinder to the old man; she is worthy to be loved. Ah! this evening I shall be very happy!â
He took out his watch and admired it.
âI have had nothing but success! If two people mean to love each other forever, they may help each other, and I can take this. Besides, I shall succeed, and I will pay her a hundredfold. There is nothing criminal in this liaison; nothing that could cause the most austere moralist to frown. How many respectable people contract similar unions! We deceive nobody; it is deception that makes a position humiliating. If you lie, you lower yourself at once. She and her husband have lived apart for a long while. Besides, how if I called upon that Alsatian to resign a wife whom he cannot make happy?â
Rastignacâs battle with himself went on for a long while; and though the scruples of youth inevitably gained the day, an irresistible curiosity led him, about half-past four, to return to the Maison Vauquer through the gathering dusk.
Bianchon had given Vautrin an emetic, reserving the contents of the stomach for chemical analysis at the hospital. Mlle. Michonneauâs officious alacrity had still further strengthened his suspicions of her. Vautrin, moreover, had recovered so quickly that it was impossible not to suspect some plot against the leader of all frolics at the lodging-house. Vautrin was standing in front of the stove in the dining-room when Rastignac came in. All the lodgers were assembled sooner than usual by the news of young Tailleferâs duel. They were anxious to hear any detail about the affair, and to talk over the probable change in Victorineâs prospects. Father Goriot alone was absent, but the rest were chatting. No sooner did EugĂšne come into the room, than his eyes met the inscrutable gaze of Vautrin. It was the same look that had read his thoughts beforeâ âthe look that had such power to waken evil thoughts in his heart. He shuddered.
âWell, dear boy,â said the escaped convict, âI am likely to cheat death for a good while yet. According to these ladies, I have had a stroke that would have felled an ox, and come off with flying colors.â
âA bull you might say,â cried the widow.
âYou really might be sorry to see me still alive,â said Vautrin in Rastignacâs ear, thinking that he guessed the studentâs thoughts. âYou must be mighty sure of yourself.â
âMlle. Michonneau was talking the day before yesterday about a gentleman named âTrompe-la-Mort,âââ said Bianchon; âand, upon my word, that name would do very well for you.â
Vautrin seemed thunderstruck. He turned pale, and staggered back. He turned his magnetic glance, like a ray of vivid light, on Mlle. Michonneau; the old maid shrank and trembled under the influence of that strong will, and collapsed into a chair. The mask of good-nature had dropped from the convictâs face; from the unmistakable ferocity of that sinister look, Poiret felt that the old maid was in danger, and hastily stepped between them. None of the lodgers understood this scene in
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