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wife's property will cost, if Eugenie demands the division?" "How much?" "Two, three, four thousand francs, perhaps! The property would have to be put up at auction and sold, to get at its actual value. Instead of that, if you are on good terms with--" "By the shears of my father!" cried Grandet, turning pale as he suddenly sat down, "we will see about it, Cruchot." After a moment's silence, full of anguish perhaps, the old man looked at the notary and said,-- "Life is very hard! It has many griefs! Cruchot," he continued solemnly, "you would not deceive me? Swear to me upon your honor that all you've told me is legally true. Show me the law; I must see the law!" "My poor friend," said the notary, "don't I know my own business?" "Then it is true! I am robbed, betrayed, killed, destroyed by my own daughter!" "It is true that your daughter is her mother's heir." "Why do we have children? Ah! my wife, I love her! Luckily she's sound and healthy; she's a Bertelliere." "She has not a month to live." Grandet struck his forehead, went a few steps, came back, cast a dreadful look on Cruchot, and said,-- "What can be done?" "Eugenie can relinquish her claim to her mother's property. Should she do this you would not disinherit her, I presume?--but if you want to come to such a settlement, you must not treat her harshly. What I am telling you, old man, is against my own interests. What do I live by, if it isn't liquidations, inventories, conveyances, divisions of property?--" "We'll see, we'll see! Don't let's talk any more about it, Cruchot; it wrings my vitals. Have you received any gold?" "No; but I have a few old louis, a dozen or so, which you may have. My good friend, make it up with Eugenie. Don't you know all Saumur is pelting you with stones?" "The scoundrels!" "Come, the Funds are at ninety-nine. Do be satisfied for once in your life." "At ninety-nine! Are they, Cruchot?" "Yes." "Hey, hey! Ninety-nine!" repeated the old man, accompanying the notary to the street-door. Then, too agitated by what he had just heard to stay in the house, he went up to his wife's room and said,-- "Come, mother, you may have your daughter to spend the day with you. I'm going to Froidfond. Enjoy yourselves, both of you. This is our wedding-day, wife. See! here are sixty francs for your altar at the Fete-Dieu; you've wanted one for a long time. Come, cheer up, enjoy yourself, and get well! Hurr
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