e。 How handsome he looks sleeping！ Just let his head rest on your shoulder； Mme。 Couture。 Pshaw！ he falls over towards Mlle。 Victorine。 There's a special providence for young things。 A little more； and he would have broken his head against the knob of the chair。 They'd make a pretty pair those two would！〃
〃Hush； my good neighbor；〃 cried Mme。 Couture； 〃you are saying such things〃
〃Pooh！〃 put in Mme。 Vauquer； 〃he does not hear。Here； Sylvie！ come and help me to dress。 I shall put on my best stays。〃
〃What！ your best stays just after dinner； madame？〃 said Sylvie。 〃No； you can get some one else to lace you。 I am not going to be your murderer。 It's a rash thing to do； and might cost you your life。〃
〃I don't care； I must do honor to M。 Vautrin。〃
〃Are you so fond of your heirs as all that？〃
〃Come； Sylvie； don't argue；〃 said the widow； as she left the room。
〃At her age； too！〃 said the cook to Victorine； pointing to her mistress as she spoke。
Mme。 Couture and her ward were left in the dining…room； and Eugene slept on Victorine's shoulder。 The sound of Christophe's snoring echoed through the silent house； Eugene's quiet breathing seemed all the quieter by force of contrast； he was sleeping as peacefully as a child。 Victorine was very happy； she was free to perform one of those acts of charity which form an innocent outlet for all the overflowing sentiments of a woman's nature； he was so close to her that she could feel the throbbing of his heart； there was a look of almost maternal protection and conscious pride in Victorine's face。 Among the countless thoughts that crowded up in her young innocent heart； there was a wild flutter of joy at this close contact。
〃Poor； dear child！〃 said Mme。 Couture； squeezing her hand。
The old lady looked at the girl。 Victorine's innocent； pathetic face； so radiant with the new happiness that had befallen her； called to mind some naive work of mediaeval art； when the painter neglected the accessories； reserving all the magic of his brush for the quiet； austere outlines and ivory tints of the face； which seems to have caught something of the golden glory of heaven。
〃After all； he only took two glasses； mamma；〃 said Victorine； passing her fingers through Eugene's hair。
〃Indeed； if he had been a dissipated young man； child； he would have carried his wine like the rest of them。 His drowsiness does him credit。〃
There was a sound of wheels outside in the street。
〃There is M。 Vautrin； mamma；〃 said the girl。 〃Just take M。 Eugene。 I would rather not have that man see me like this； there are some ways of looking at you that seem to sully your soul and make you feel as though you had nothing on。〃
〃Oh； no； you are wrong！〃 said Mme。 Couture。 〃M。 Vautrin is a worthy man； he reminds me a little of my late husband； poor dear M。 Couture； rough but kind…hearted； his bark is worse than his bite。〃
Vautrin came in while she was speaking； he did not make a sound； but looked for a while at the picture of the two young facesthe lamplight falling full upon them seemed to caress them。
〃Well；〃 he remarked； folding his arms； 〃here is a picture！ It would have suggested some pleasing pages to Bernardin de Saint… Pierre （good soul）； who wrote Paul et Virginie。 Youth is very charming； Mme。 Couture！Sleep on； poor boy；〃 he added； looking at Eugene； 〃luck sometimes comes while you are sleeping。There is something touching and attractive to me about this young man； madame；〃 he continued； 〃I know that his nature is in harmony with his face。 Just look； the head of a cherub on an angel's shoulder！ He deserves to be loved。 If I were a woman； I would die （nonot such a fool）； I would live for him。〃 He bent lower and spoke in the widow's ear。 〃When I see those two together； madame； I cannot help thinking that Providence meant them for each other； He works by secret ways； and tries the reins and the heart；〃 he said in a loud voice。 〃And when I see you； my children； thus united by a like purity and by all human affections； I say to myself that it is quite impossible that the future should separate you。 God is just。〃He turned to Victorine。 〃It seems to me；〃 he said； 〃that I have seen the line of success in your hand。 Let me look at it； Mlle。 Victorine； I am well up in palmistry； and I have told fortunes many a time。 Come； now； don't be frightened。 Ah！ what do I see？ Upon my word； you will be one of the richest heiresses in Paris before very long。 You will heap riches on the man who loves you。 Your father will want you to go and live with him。 You will marry a young and handsome man with a title； and he will idolize you。〃
The heavy footsteps of the coquettish widow； who was coming down the stairs； interrupted Vautrin's fortune…telling。 〃Here is Mamma Vauquerre； fair as a starr…r…r； dressed within an inch of her life。Aren't we a trifle pinched for room？〃 he inquired； with his arm round the lady； 〃we are screwed up very tightly about the bust； mamma！ If we are much agitated； there may be an explosion； but I will pick up the fragments with all the care of an antiquary。〃
〃There is a man who can talk the language of French gallantry！〃 said the widow； bending to speak in Mme。 Couture's ear。
〃Good…bye； little ones！〃 said Vautrin； turning to Eugene and Victorine。 〃Bless you both！〃 and he laid a hand on either head。 〃Take my word for it； young lady； an honest man's prayers are worth something； they should bring you happiness； for God hears them。〃
〃Good…bye； dear；〃 said Mme。 Vauquer to her lodger。 〃Do you think that M。 Vautrin means to run away with me？〃 she added； lowering her voice。
〃Lack…a…day！〃 said the widow。
〃Oh！ mamma dear； suppose it should really happen as that kind M。 Vautrin said！〃 said Victorine with a sigh as she looked at her hands。 The two women were alone together。
〃Why； it wouldn't take much to bring it to pass；〃 said the elderly lady； 〃just a fall from his horse； and your monster of a brother〃
〃Oh！ mamma。〃
〃Good Lord！ Well； perhaps it is a sin to wish bad luck to an enemy；〃 the widow remarked。 〃I will do penance for it。 Still； I would strew flowers on his grave with the greatest pleasure； and that is the truth。 Black…hearted； that he is！ The coward couldn't speak up for his own mother； and cheats you out of your share by deceit and trickery。 My cousin had a pretty fortune of her own； but unluckily for you； nothing was said in the marriage…contract about anything that she might come in for。〃
〃It would be very hard if my fortune is to cost some one else his life；〃 said Victorine。 〃If I cannot be happy unless my brother is to be taken out of the world； I would rather stay here all my life。〃
〃MON DIEU！ it is just as that good M。 Vautrin says； and he is full of piety； you see；〃 Mme。 Couture remarked。 〃I am very glad to find that he is not an unbeliever like the rest of them that talk of the Almighty with less respect than they do of the Devil。 Well； as he was saying； who can know the ways by which it may please Providence to lead us？〃
With Sylvie's help the two women at last succeeded in getting Eugene up to his room； they laid him on the bed； and the cook unfastened his clothes to make him more comfortable。 Before they left the room； Victorine snatched an opportunity when her guardian's back was turned； and pressed a kiss on Eugene's forehead； feeling all the joy that this stolen pleasure could give her。 Then she looked round the room； and gathering up； as it were； into one single thought all the untold bliss of that day； she made a picture of her memories； and dwelt upon it until she slept； the happiest creature in Paris。
That evening's merry…making； in the course of which Vautrin had given the drugged wine to Eugene and Father Goriot； was his own ruin。 Bianchon； flustered with wine； forgot to open the subject of Trompe…la…Mort with Mlle。 Michonneau。 The mere mention of the name would have set Vautrin on his guard； for Vautrin； or； to give him his real name； Jacques Collin； was in fact the notorious escaped convict。
But it was the joke about the Venus of Pere…Lachaise that finally decided his fate。 Mlle。 Michonneau had very nearly made up her mind to warn the convict and to throw herself on his generosity； with the idea of making a better bargain for herself by helping him to escape that night； but as it was； she went out escorted by Poiret in search of the famous chief of detectives in the Petite Rue Saint…Anne； still thinking that it was the district superintendentone Gondureauwith whom she had to do。 The head of the department received his visitors courteously。 There was a little talk； and the details were definitely arranged。 Mlle。 Michonneau asked for the draught that she was to administer in order to set about her investigation。 But the great man's evident satisfaction set Mlle。 Michonneau thinking； and she began to see that this business involved something more than the mere capture of a runaway convict。 She racked her brains while he looked in a drawer in his desk for the little phial； and it dawned upon her that in consequence of treacherous revelations made by the prisoners the police were hoping to lay their hands on a considerable sum of money。 But on hinting her suspicions to the old fox of the Petite Rue Saint…Anne； that officer began to smile； and tried to put her off the scent。
〃A delusion；〃 he said。 〃Collin's sorbonne is the most dangerous that has yet been found among the dangerous classes。 That is all； and the rascals are quite aware of it。 They rally round him； he is the backbone of the federation； its Bonaparte； in short； he is very popular with them all。 The rogue will never leave his chump in the Place de Greve。〃
As Mlle。 Michonneau seemed mystified； Gondureau explained the two slang words for her benefit。 Sorbonne and chump are two forcible expressions borrowed from thieves' Latin； thieves； of all people； being compelled to consider the human head in its two aspects。 A sorbonne is the head of a living man； his faculty of thinking his council； a chump is a contemptuous epithet that implies how little a human head is worth after the axe has done its work。
〃Collin is playing us off；〃 he continued。 〃When we come across a man like a bar of steel tempered in the English fashion； there is always one resource leftwe can kill him if he takes it into