quite understand that so long as Bonaparte was Emperor； the two sons…in…law could manage to put up with the old Ninety…three； but after the restoration of the Bourbons； M。 de Restaud felt bored by the old man's society； and the banker was still more tired of it。 His daughters were still fond of him； they wanted 'to keep the goat and the cabbage；' so they used to see Joriot whenever there was no one there； under pretence of affection。 'Come to… day； papa； we shall have you all to ourselves； and that will be much nicer！' and all that sort of thing。 As for me； dear； I believe that love has second…sight： poor Ninety…three； his heart must have bled。 He saw that his daughters were ashamed of him； that if they loved their husbands his visits must make mischief。 So he immolated himself。 He made the sacrifice because he was a father； he went into voluntary exile。 His daughters were satisfied； so he thought that he had done the best thing he could； but it was a family crime； and father and daughters were accomplices。 You see this sort of thing everywhere。 What could this old Doriot have been but a splash of mud in his daughters' drawing…rooms？ He would only have been in the way； and bored other people； besides being bored himself。 And this that happened between father and daughters may happen to the prettiest woman in
Paris and the man she loves the best； if her love grows tiresome； he will go； he will descend to the basest trickery to leave her。 It is the same with all love and friendship。 Our heart is a treasury； if you pour out all its wealth at once； you are bankrupt。 We show no more mercy to the affection that reveals its utmost extent than we do to another kind of prodigal who has not a penny left。 Their father had given them all he had。 For twenty years he had given his whole heart to them； then； one day； he gave them all his fortune too。 The lemon was squeezed； the girls left the rest in the gutter。〃
〃The world is very base；〃 said the Vicomtesse； plucking at the threads of her shawl。 She did not raise her head as she spoke； the words that Mme。 de Langeais had meant for her in the course of her story had cut her to the quick。
〃Base？ Oh； no；〃 answered the Duchess； 〃the world goes its own way； that is all。 If I speak in this way； it is only to show that I am not duped by it。 I think as you do；〃 she said； pressing the Vicomtesse's hand。 〃The world is a slough； let us try to live on the heights above it。〃
She rose to her feet and kissed Mme。 de Beauseant on the forehead as she said： 〃You look very charming to…day； dear。 I have never seen such a lovely color in your cheeks before。〃
Then she went out with a slight inclination of the head to the cousin。
〃Father Goriot is sublime！〃 said Eugene to himself； as he remembered how he had watched his neighbor work the silver vessel into a shapeless mass that night。
Mme。 de Beauseant did not hear him； she was absorbed in her own thoughts。 For several minutes the silence remained unbroken till the law student became almost paralyzed with embarrassment； and was equally afraid to go or stay or speak a word。
〃The world is basely ungrateful and ill…natured；〃 said the Vicomtesse at last。 〃No sooner does a trouble befall you than a friend is ready to bring the tidings and to probe your heart with the point of a dagger while calling on you to admire the handle。 Epigrams and sarcasms already！ Ah！ I will defend myself！〃
She raised her head like the great lady that she was； and lightnings flashed from her proud eyes。
〃Ah！〃 she said； as she saw Eugene； 〃are you there？〃
〃Still；〃 he said piteously。
〃Well； then； M。 de Rastignac； deal with the world as it deserves。 You are determined to succeed？ I will help you。 You shall sound the depths of corruption in woman； you shall measure the extent of man's pitiful vanity。 Deeply as I am versed in such learning； there were pages in the book of life that I had not read。 Now I know all。 The more cold…blooded your calculations； the further you will go。 Strike ruthlessly； you will be feared。 Men and women for you must be nothing more than post…horses； take a fresh relay； and leave the last to drop by the roadside； in this way you will reach the goal of your ambition。 You will be nothing here； you see； unless a woman interests herself in you； and she must be young and wealthy； and a woman of the world。 Yet； if you have a heart； lock it carefully away like a treasure； do not let any one suspect it； or you will be lost； you would cease to be the executioner； you would take the victim's place。 And if ever you should love； never let your secret escape you！ Trust no one until you are very sure of the heart to which you open your heart。 Learn to mistrust every one； take every precaution for the sake of the love which does not exist as yet。 Listen； Miguel〃 the name slipped from her so naturally that she did not notice her mistake〃there is something still more appalling than the ingratitude of daughters who have cast off their old father and wish that he were dead； and that is a rivalry between two sisters。 Restaud comes of a good family； his wife has been received into their circle； she has been presented at court； and her sister； her wealthy sister； Mme。 Delphine de Nucingen； the wife of a great capitalist； is consumed with envy； and ready to die of spleen。 There is gulf set between the sistersindeed； they are sisters no longerthe two women who refuse to acknowledge their father do not acknowledge each other。 So Mme。 de Nucingen would lap up all the mud that lies between the Rue Saint…Lazare and the Rue de Grenelle to gain admittance to my salon。 She fancied that she should gain her end through de Marsay； she has made herself de Marsay's slave； and she bores him。 De Marsay cares very little about her。 If you will introduce her to me； you will be her darling； her Benjamin； she will idolize you。 If； after that； you can love her； do so； if not； make her useful。 I will ask her to come once or twice to one of my great crushes； but I will never receive her here in the morning。 I will bow to her when I see her； and that will be quite sufficient。 You have shut the Comtesse de Restaud's door against you by mentioning Father Goriot's name。 Yes； my good friend； you may call at her house twenty times； and every time out of the twenty you will find that she is not at home。 The servants have their orders； and will not admit you。 Very well； then； now let Father Goriot gain the right of entry into her sister's house for you。 The beautiful Mme。 de Nucingen will give the signal for a battle。 As soon as she singles you out； other women will begin to lose their heads about you； and her enemies and rivals and intimate friends will all try to take you from her。 There are women who will fall in love with a man because another woman has chosen him； like the city madams； poor things； who copy our millinery； and hope thereby to acquire our manners。 You will have a success； and in Paris success is everything； it is the key of power。 If the women credit you with wit and talent； the men will follow suit so long as you do not undeceive them yourself。 There will be nothing you may not aspire to； you will go everywhere； and you will find out what the world isan assemblage of fools and knaves。 But you must be neither the one nor the other。 I am giving you my name like Ariadne's clue of thread to take with you into the labyrinth； make no unworthy use of it；〃 she said； with a queenly glance and curve of her throat； 〃give it back to me unsullied。 And now； go； leave me。 We women also have our battles to fight。〃
〃And if you should ever need some one who would gladly set a match to a train for you〃
〃Well？〃 she asked。
He tapped his heart； smiled in answer to his cousin's smile； and went。
It was five o'clock； and Eugene was hungry； he was afraid lest he should not be in time for dinner； a misgiving which made him feel that it was pleasant to be borne so quickly across Paris。 This sensation of physical comfort left his mind free to grapple with the thoughts that assailed him。 A mortification usually sends a young man of his age into a furious rage； he shakes his fist at society； and vows vengeance when his belief in himself is shaken。 Just then Rastignac was overwhelmed by the words； 〃You have shut the Countess' door against you。〃
〃I shall call！〃 he said to himself； 〃and if Mme。 de Beauseant is right； if I never find her at homeI 。 。 。 well； Mme。 de Restaud shall meet me in every salon in Paris。 I will learn to fence and have some pistol practice； and kill that Maxime of hers！〃
〃And money？〃 cried an inward monitor。 〃How about money； where is that to come from？〃 And all at once the wealth displayed in the Countess de Restaud's drawing…room rose before his eyes。 That was the luxury which Goriot's daughter had loved too well； the gilding； the ostentatious splendor； the unintelligent luxury of the parvenu； the riotous extravagance of a courtesan。 Then the attractive vision suddenly went under an eclipse as he remembered the stately grandeur of the Hotel de Beauseant。 As his fancy wandered among these lofty regions in the great world of Paris； innumerable dark thoughts gathered in his heart； his ideas widened； and his conscience grew more elastic。 He saw the world as it is； saw how the rich lived beyond the jurisdiction of law and public opinion； and found in success the ultima ratio mundi。
〃Vautrin is right； success is virtue！〃 he said to himself。
Arrived in the Rue Neuve…Sainte…Genevieve； he rushed up to his room for ten francs wherewith to satisfy the demands of the cabman； and went in to dinner。 He glanced round the squalid room； saw the eighteen poverty…stricken creatures about to feed like cattle in their stalls； and the sight filled him with loathing。 The transition was too sudden； and the contrast was so violent that it could not but act as a powerful stimulant； his ambition developed and grew beyond all social bounds。 On the one hand； he beheld a vision of social life in its most charming and refined forms； of quick…pulsed youth； of fair； impassioned faces invested with all the charm of poetry； framed in a marvelous setting of luxury or art； and； on the other hand； he saw a sombre picture； the miry verge beyond these faces； in which passion was extinct and nothing was