the
flat baskets which they use for baking in Anjou, and was about to cut
it, when Nanon said to him,--

"We are five, to-day, monsieur."

"That's true," said Grandet, "but your loaves weigh six pounds; there'll
be some left. Besides, these young fellows from Paris don't eat bread,
you'll see."

"Then they must eat _frippe_?" said Nanon.

_Frippe_ is a word of the local lexicon of Anjou, and means any
accompaniment of bread, from butter which is spread upon it, the
commonest kind of _frippe_, to peach preserve, the most distinguished of
all the _frippes_; those who in their childhood have licked the _frippe_
and left the bread, will comprehend the meaning of Nanon's speech.

"No," answered Grandet, "they eat neither bread nor _frippe_; they are
something like marriageable girls."

After ordering the meals for the day with his usual parsimony, the
goodman, having locked the closets containing the supplies, was about to
go towards the fruit-garden, when Nanon stopped him to say,--

"Monsieur, give me a little flour and some butter, and I'll make a
_galette_ for the young ones."

"Are you going to pillage the house on account of my nephew?"

"I wasn't thinking any more of your nephew than I was of your dog,--not
more than you think yourself; for, look here, you've only forked out six
bits of sugar. I want eight."

"What's all this, Nanon? I have never seen you like this before. What
have you got in your head? Are you the mistress here? You sha'n't have
more than six pieces of sugar."

"Well, then, how is your nephew to sweeten his coffee?"

"With two pieces; I'll go without myself."

"Go without sugar at your age! I'd rather buy you some out of my own
pocket."

"Mind your own business."

In spite of the recent fall in prices, sugar was still in Grandet's eyes
the most valuable of all the colonial products; to him it was always
six francs a pound. The necessity of economizing it, acquired under the
Empire, had grown to be the most inveterate of his habits. All women,
even the greatest ninnies, know how to dodge and dodge to get their
ends; Nanon abandoned the sugar for the sake of getting the _galette_.

"Mademoiselle!" she called through the window, "do you want some
_galette_?"

"No, no," answered Eugenie.

"Come, Nanon," said Grandet, hearing his daughter's voice. "See here."
He opened the cupboard where the flour was kept, gave her a cupful, and
added a few ounces of butter to the piece he had al