"
"I haven't the money, Nasie. I have _nothing_--nothing left. This is
the end of everything. Yes, the world is crumbling into ruin, I am
sure. Fly! Save yourselves! Ah!--I have still my silver buckles left,
and half-a-dozen silver spoons and forks, the first I ever had in my
life. But I have nothing else except my life annuity, twelve hundred
francs . . ."
"Then what has become of your money in the funds?"
"I sold out, and only kept a trifle for my wants. I wanted twelve
thousand francs to furnish some rooms for Delphine."
"In your own house?" asked Mme. de Restaud, looking at her sister.
"What does it matter where they were?" asked Goriot. "The money is
spent now."
"I see how it is," said the Countess. "Rooms for M. de Rastignac. Poor
Delphine, take warning by me!"
"M. de Rastignac is incapable of ruining the woman he loves, dear."
"Thanks! Delphine. I thought you would have been kinder to me in my
troubles, but you never did love me."
"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie," cried Goriot; "she was saying so
only just now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you
were beautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!"
"Pretty!" said the Countess.
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