〃Yes；　but　what　you　want　is　a　pretty　woman；〃　said　Mlle。　Michonneau
  briskly。
  〃Trompe…la…Mort　would　not　let　a　woman　come　near　him；〃　said　the
  detective。　〃I　will　tell　you　a　secrethe　does　not　like　them。〃
  〃Still；　I　do　not　see　what　I　can　do；　supposing　that　I　did　agree　to
  identify　him　for　two　thousand　francs。〃
  〃Nothing　simpler；〃　said　the　stranger。　〃I　will　send　you　a　little
  bottle　containing　a　dose　that　will　send　a　rush　of　blood　to　the
  head；　it　will　do　him　no　harm　whatever；　but　he　will　fall　down　as
  if　he　were　in　a　fit。　The　drug　can　be　put　into　wine　or　coffee；
  either　will　do　equally　well。　You　carry　your　man　to　bed　at　once；
  and　undress　him　to　see　that　he　is　not　dying。　As　soon　as　you　are
  alone；　you　give　him　a　slap　on　the　shoulder；　and　PRESTO！　the
  letters　will　appear。〃
  〃Why；　that　is　just　nothing　at　all；〃　said　Poiret。
  〃Well；　do　you　agree？〃　said　Gondureau；　addressing　the　old　maid。
  〃But；　my　dear　sir；　suppose　there　are　no　letters　at　all；〃　said
  Mlle。　Michonneau；　〃am　I　to　have　the　two　thousand　francs　all　the
  same？〃
  〃No。〃
  〃What　will　you　give　me　then？〃
  〃Five　hundred　francs。〃
  〃It　is　such　a　thing　to　do　for　so　little！　It　lies　on　your
  conscience　just　the　same；　and　I　must　quiet　my　conscience；　sir。〃
  〃I　assure　you；〃　said　Poiret；　〃that　mademoiselle　has　a　great　deal
  of　conscience；　and　not　only　so；　she　is　a　very　amiable　person；　and
  very　intelligent。〃
  〃Well；　now；〃　Mlle。　Michonneau　went　on；　〃make　it　three　thousand
  francs　if　he　is　Trompe…la…Mort；　and　nothing　at　all　if　he　is　an
  ordinary　man。〃
  〃Done！〃　said　Gondureau；　〃but　on　the　condition　that　the　thing　is
  settled　to…morrow。〃
  〃Not　quite　so　soon；　my　dear　sir；　I　must　consult　my　confessor
  first。〃
  〃You　are　a　sly　one；〃　said　the　detective　as　he　rose　to　his　feet。
  〃Good…bye　till　to…morrow；　then。　And　if　you　should　want　to　see　me
  in　a　hurry；　go　to　the　Petite　Rue　Saint…Anne　at　the　bottom　of　the
  Cour　de　la　Sainte…Chapelle。　There　is　one　door　under　the　archway。
  Ask　there　for　M。　Gondureau。〃
  Bianchon；　on　his　way　back　from　Cuvier's　lecture；　overheard　the
  sufficiently　striking　nickname　of　Trompe…la…Mort；　and　caught　the
  celebrated　chief　detective's　〃Done！〃
  〃Why　didn't　you　close　with　him？　It　would　be　three　hundred　francs
  a　year；〃　said　Poiret　to　Mlle。　Michonneau。
  〃Why　didn't　I？〃　she　asked。　〃Why；　it　wants　thinking　over。　Suppose
  that　M。　Vautrin　is　this　Trompe…la…Mort；　perhaps　we　might　do
  better　for　ourselves　with　him。　Still；　on　the　other　hand；　if　you
  ask　him　for　money；　it　would　put　him　on　his　guard；　and　he　is　just
  the　man　to　clear　out　without　paying；　and　that　would　be　an
  abominable　sell。〃
  〃And　suppose　you　did　warn　him；〃　Poiret　went　on；　〃didn't　that
  gentleman　say　that　he　was　closely　watched？　You　would　spoil
  everything。〃
  〃Anyhow；〃　thought　Mlle。　Michonneau；　〃I　can't　abide　him。　He　says
  nothing　but　disagreeable　things　to　me。〃
  〃But　you　can　do　better　than　that；〃　Poiret　resumed。　〃As　that
  gentleman　said　（and　he　seemed　to　me　to　be　a　very　good　sort　of
  man；　besides　being　very　well　got　up）；　it　is　an　act　of　obedience
  to　the　laws　to　rid　society　of　a　criminal；　however　virtuous　he　may
  be。　Once　a　thief；　always　a　thief。　Suppose　he　were　to　take　it　into
  his　head　to　murder　us　all？　The　deuce！　We　should　be　guilty　of
  manslaughter；　and　be　the　first　to　fall　victims　into　the　bargain！〃
  Mlle。　Michonneau's　musings　did　not　permit　her　to　listen　very
  closely　to　the　remarks　that　fell　one　by　one　from　Poiret's　lips
  like　water　dripping　from　a　leaky　tap。　When　once　this　elderly
  babbler　began　to　talk；　he　would　go　on　like　clockwork　unless　Mlle。
  Michonneau　stopped　him。　He　started　on　some　subject　or　other；　and
  wandered　on　through　parenthesis　after　parenthesis；　till　he　came
  to　regions　as　remote　as　possible　from　his　premises　without　coming
  to　any　conclusions　by　the　way。
  By　the　time　they　reached　the　Maison　Vauquer　he　had　tacked
  together　a　whole　string　of　examples　and　quotations　more　or　less
  irrelevant　to　the　subject　in　hand；　which　led　him　to　give　a　full
  account　of　his　own　deposition　in　the　case　of　the　Sieur　Ragoulleau
  versus　Dame　Morin；　when　he　had　been　summoned　as　a　witness　for　the
  defence。
  As　they　entered　the　dining…room；　Eugene　de　Rastignac　was　talking
  apart　with　Mlle。　Taillefer；　the　conversation　appeared　to　be　of
  such　thrilling　interest　that　the　pair　never　noticed　the　two　older
  lodgers　as　they　passed　through　the　room。　None　of　this　was　thrown
  away　on　Mlle。　Michonneau。
  〃I　knew　how　it　would　end；〃　remarked　that　lady；　addressing　Poiret。
  〃They　have　been　making　eyes　at　each　other　in　a　heartrending　way
  for　a　week　past。〃
  〃Yes；〃　he　answered。　〃So　she　was　found　guilty。〃
  〃Who？〃
  〃Mme。　Morin。〃
  〃I　am　talking　about　Mlle。　Victorine；〃　said　Mlle；　Michonneau；　as
  she　entered　Poiret's　room　with　an　absent　air；　〃and　you　answer；
  'Mme。　Morin。'　Who　may　Mme。　Morin　be？〃
  〃What　can　Mlle。　Victorine　be　guilty　of？〃　demanded　Poiret。
  〃Guilty　of　falling　in　love　with　M。　Eugene　de　Rastignac　and　going
  further　and　further　without　knowing　exactly　where　she　is　going；
  poor　innocent！〃
  That　morning　Mme。　de　Nucingen　had　driven　Eugene　to　despair。　In
  his　own　mind　he　had　completely　surrendered　himself　to　Vautrin；
  and　deliberately　shut　his　eyes　to　the　motive　for　the　friendship
  which　that　extraordinary　man　professed　for　him；　nor　would　he　look
  to　the　consequences　of　such　an　alliance。　Nothing　short　of　a
  miracle　could　extricate　him　now　out　of　the　gulf　into　which　he　had
  walked　an　hour　ago；　when　he　exchanged　vows　in　the　softest
  whispers　with　Mlle。　Taillefer。　To　Victorine　it　seemed　as　if　she
  heard　an　angel's　voice；　that　heaven　was　opening　above　her；　the
  Maison　Vauquer　took　strange　and　wonderful　hues；　like　a　stage
  fairy…palace。　She　loved　and　she　was　loved；　at　any　rate；　she
  believed　that　she　was　loved；　and　what　woman　would　not　likewise
  have　believed　after　seeing　Rastignac's　face　and　listening　to　the
  tones　of　his　voice　during　that　hour　snatched　under　the　Argus　eyes
  of　the　Maison　Vauquer？　He　had　trampled　on　his　conscience；　he　knew
  that　he　was　doing　wrong；　and　did　it　deliberately；　he　had　said　to
  himself　that　a　woman's　happiness　should　atone　for　this　venial
  sin。　The　energy　of　desperation　had　lent　new　beauty　to　his　face；
  the　lurid　fire　that　burned　in　his　heart　shone　from　his　eyes。
  Luckily　for　him；　the　miracle　took　place。　Vautrin　came　in　in　high
  spirits；　and　at　once　read　the　hearts　of　these　two　young　creatures
  whom　he　had　brought　together　by　the　combinations　of　his　infernal
  genius；　but　his　deep　voice　broke　in　upon　their　bliss。
  〃A　charming　girl　is　my　Fanchette
  In　her　simplicity；〃
  he　sang　mockingly。
  Victorine　fled。　Her　heart　was　more　full　than　it　had　ever　been；
  but　it　was　full　of　joy；　and　not　of　sorrow。　Poor　child！　A　pressure
  of　the　hand；　the　light　touch　of　Rastignac's　hair　against　her
  cheek；　a　word　whispered　in　her　ear　so　closely　that　she　felt　the
  student's　warm　breath　on　her；　the　pressure　of　a　trembling　arm
  about　her　waist；　a　kiss　upon　her　throatsuch　had　been　her
  betrothal。　The　near　neighborhood　of　the　stout　Sylvie；　who　might
  invade　that　glorified　room　at　any　moment；　only　made　these　first
  tokens　of　love　more　ardent；　more　eloquent；　more　entrancing　than
  the　noblest　deeds　done　for　love's　sake　in　the　most　famous
  romances。　This　plain…song　of　love；　to　use　the　pretty　expression
  of　our　forefathers；　seemed　almost　criminal　to　the　devout　young
  girl　who　went　to　confession　every　fortnight。　In　that　one　hour　she
  had　poured　out　more　of　the　treasures　of　her　soul　than　she　could
  give　in　later　days　of　wealth　and　happiness；　when　her　whole　self
  followed　the　gift。
  〃The　thing　is　arranged；〃　Vautrin　said　to　Eugene；　who　remained。
  〃Our　two　dandies　have　fallen　out。　Everything　was　done　in　proper
  form。　It　is　a　matter　of　opinion。　Our　pigeon　has　insulted　my　hawk。
  They　will　meet　to…morrow　in　the　redoubt　at　Clignancourt。　By　half…
  past　eight　in　the　morning　Mlle。　Taillefer；　calmly　dipping　her
  bread　and　butter　in　her　coffee　cup；　will　be　sole　heiress　of　her
  father's　fortune　and　affections。　A　funny　way　of　putting　it；　isn't
  it？　Taillefer's　youngster　is　an　expert　swordsman；　and　quite
  cocksure　about　it；　but　he　will　be　bled；　I　have　just　invented　a
  thrust　for　his　benefit；　a　way　of　raising　your　sword　point　and
  driving　it　at　the　forehead。　I　must　show　you　that　thrust；　it　is　an
  uncommonly　handy　thing　to　know。〃
  Rastignac　heard　him　in　dazed　bewilderment；　he　could　not　find　a
  word　in　reply。　Just　then　Goriot　came　in；　and　Bianchon　and　a　few
  of　the　boarders　likewise　appeared。
  〃That　is　just　as　I　intended。〃　Vautrin　said。　〃You　know　quite　well
  what　you　are　about。　Good；　my　little　eaglet！　You　are　born　to
  command；　you　are　strong；　you　stand　firm　on　your　feet；　you　are
  game！　I　respect　you。〃
  He　made　as　though　he　would　take　Eugene's　hand；　but　Rastignac
  hastily　withdrew　it；　sank　into　a　chair；　and　turned　ghastly　pale；
  it　seemed　to　him　that　there　was　a　sea　of　blood　before　his　eyes。
  〃Oh