n years.

"Love, you were saying just now that he would want two thousand francs?"
he said in her ear. "Postel is only lending one thousand."

Eve gave her betrothed a look, and he read all her anguish in her eyes.

"Listen, my adored Eve, we are making a bad start in life. Yes, my
expenses have taken all my capital; I have just two thousand francs
left, and half of it will be wanted to carry on the business. If we give
your brother the thousand francs, it will mean that we are giving away
our bread, that we shall live in anxiety. If I were alone, I know what I
should do; but we are two. Decide for us."

Eve, distracted, sprang to her lover's arms, and kissed him tenderly, as
she answered through her tears:

"Do as you would do if you were alone; I will work to earn the money."

In spite of the most impassioned kiss ever given and taken by betrothed
lovers, David left Eve overcome with trouble, and went out to Lucien.

"Do not worry yourself," he said; "you shall have your two thousand
francs."

"Go in to see Postel," said Mme. Chardon, "for you must both give your
signatures to the bill."

When Lucien and David came back again unexpectedly, they found Eve and
her mother on their knees in prayer. The women felt sure that Lucien's
return would bring the realization of many hopes; but at the moment
they could only feel how much they were losing in the parting, and the
happiness to come seemed too dearly bought by an absence that broke up
their life together, and would fill the coming days with innumerable
fears for Lucien.

"If you could ever forget this sight," David said in Lucien's ear, "you
would be the basest of men."

David, no doubt, thought that these brave words were needed; Mme. de
Bargeton's influence seemed to him less to be feared than his friend's
unlucky instability of character, Lucien was so easily led for good
or evil. Eve soon packed Lucien's clothes; the Fernando Cortez of
literature carried but little baggage. He was wearing his best overcoat,
his best waistcoat, and one of the two fine shirts. The whole of his
linen, the celebrated coat, and his manuscript made up so small a
package that to hide it from Mme. de Bargeton, David proposed to send
it by coach to a paper merchant with whom he had dealings, and wrote
and advised him to that effect, and asked him to keep the parcel until
Lucien sent for it.

In spite of Mme. de Bargeton's precautions, Chatelet found out that she
was leaving A