Kiss each
other once more. Well, now, Nasie, that bill will save you, won't it?"
"I hope so. I say, papa, will you write your name on it?"
"There! how stupid of me to forget that! But I am not feeling at all
well, Nasie, so you must not remember it against me. Send and let me
know as soon as you are out of your strait. No, I will go to you. No,
after all, I will not go; I might meet your husband, and I should kill
him on the spot. And as for signing away your property, I shall have a
word to say about that. Quick, my child, and keep Maxime in order in
future."
Eugene was too bewildered to speak.
"Poor Anastasie, she always had a violent temper," said Mme. de
Nucingen, "but she has a good heart."
"She came back for the endorsement," said Eugene in Delphine's ear.
"Do you think so?"
"I only wish I could think otherwise. Do not trust her," he answered,
raising his eyes as if he confided to heaven the thoughts that he did
not venture to express.
"Yes. She is always acting a part to some extent."
"How do you feel now, dear Father Goriot?" asked Rastignac.
"I should like to go to sleep," he replied.
Eugene helped him to bed, and Delphine sat by the bedside, holding his
hand until he fell asleep.
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