〃Dead。〃
  〃What　a　romance！　Such　things　are　nowhere　to　be　heard　of　but　in　the　Rue
  des　Lombards。〃
  〃But　do　not　take　it　into　your　head　that　a　jealous　brother　murdered　the
  seducer。　The　young　man　died　in　the　most　commonplace　way　of　a　pleurisy
  caught　as　he　came　out　of　the　theatre。　A　head…clerk　and　penniless；　the
  man　entrapped　the　daughter　in　order　to　marry　into　the　businessA
  judgment　from　heaven；　I　call　it！〃
  〃Where　did　you　hear　the　story？〃
  〃From　Malaga；　the　notary　is　her　/milord/。〃
  〃What；　Cardot；　the　son　of　that　little　old　man　in　hair…powder；
  Florentine's　first　friend？〃
  〃Just　so。　Malaga；　whose　'fancy'　is　a　little　tomtit　of　a　fiddler　of
  eighteen；　cannot　in　conscience　make　such　a　boy　marry　the　girl。
  Besides；　she　has　no　cause　to　do　him　an　ill　turn。Indeed；　Monsieur
  Cardot　wants　a　man　of　thirty　at　least。　Our　notary；　I　feel　sure；　will
  be　proud　to　have　a　famous　man　for　his　son…in…law。　So　just　feel
  yourself　all　over。You　will　pay　your　debts；　you　will　have　twelve
  thousand　francs　a　year；　and　be　a　father　without　any　trouble　on　your
  part；　what　do　you　say　to　that　to　the　good？　And；　after　all；　you　only
  marry　a　very　consolable　widow。　There　is　an　income　of　fifty　thousand
  francs　in　the　house；　and　the　value　of　the　connection；　so　in　due　time
  you　may　look　forward　to　not　less　than　fifteen　thousand　francs　a　year
  more　for　your　share；　and　you　will　enter　a　family　holding　a　fine
  political　position；　Cardot　is　the　brother…in…law　of　old　Camusot；　the
  depute　who　lived　so　long　with　Fanny　Beaupre。〃
  〃Yes；〃　said　Lousteau；　〃old　Camusot　married　little　Daddy　Cardot's
  eldest　daughter；　and　they　had　high　times　together！〃
  〃Well！〃　Madame　Schontz　went　on；　〃and　Madame　Cardot；　the　notary's　wife；
  was　a　Chiffrevillemanufacturers　of　chemical　products；　the
  aristocracy　of　these　days！　Potash；　I　tell　you！　Still；　this　is　the
  unpleasant　side　of　the　matter。　You　will　have　a　terrible　mother…in…law；
  a　woman　capable　of　killing　her　daughter　if　she　knew！　This　Cardot
  woman　is　a　bigot；　she　has　lips　like　two　faded　narrow　pink　ribbons。
  〃A　man　of　the　town　like　you　would　never　pass　muster　with　that　woman；
  who；　in　her　well…meaning　way；　will　spy　out　your　bachelor　life　and　know
  every　fact　of　the　past。　However；　Cardot　says　he　means　to　exert　his
  paternal　authority。　The　poor　man　will　be　obliged　to　do　the　civil　to
  his　wife　for　some　days；　a　woman　made　of　wood；　my　dear　fellow；　Malaga；
  who　has　seen　her；　calls　her　a　penitential　scrubber。　Cardot　is　a　man　of
  forty；　he　will　be　mayor　of　his　district；　and　perhaps　be　elected
  deputy。　He　is　prepared　to　give　in　lieu　of　the　hundred　thousand　francs
  a　nice　little　house　in　the　Rue　Saint…Lazare；　with　a　forecourt　and　a
  garden；　which　cost　him　no　more　than　sixty　thousand　at　the　time　of　the
  July　overthrow；　he　would　sell；　and　that　would　be　an　opportunity　for
  you　to　go　and　come　at　the　house；　to　see　the　daughter；　and　be　civil　to
  the　mother。And　it　would　give　you　a　look　of　property　in　Madame
  Cardot's　eyes。　You　would　be　housed　like　a　prince　in　that　little
  mansion。　Then；　by　Camusot's　interest；　you　may　get　an　appointment　as
  librarian　to　some　public　office　where　there　is　no　library。Well；　and
  then　if　you　invest　your　money　in　backing　up　a　newspaper；　you　will　get
  ten　thousand　francs　a　year　on　it；　you　can　earn　six；　your　librarianship
  will　bring　you　in　four。Can　you　do　better　for　yourself？
  〃If　you　were　to　marry　a　lamb　without　spot；　it　might　be　a　light　woman
  by　the　end　of　two　years。　What　is　the　damage？an　anticipated　dividend！
  It　is　quite　the　fashion。
  〃Take　my　word　for　it；　you　can　do　no　better　than　come　to　dine　with
  Malaga　to…morrow。　You　will　meet　your　father…in…law；　he　will　know　the
  secret　has　been　let　outby　Malaga；　with　whom　he　cannot　be　angryand
  then　you　are　master　of　the　situation。　As　to　your　wife！Why　her
  misconduct　leaves　you　as　free　as　a　bachelor〃
  〃Your　language　is　as　blunt　as　a　cannon　ball。〃
  〃I　love　you　for　your　own　sake；　that　is　alland　I　can　reason。　Well！
  why　do　you　stand　there　like　a　wax　image　of　Abd…el…Kader？　There　is
  nothing　to　meditate　over。　Marriage　is　heads　or　tailswell；　you　have
  tossed　heads　up。〃
  〃You　shall　have　my　reply　to…morrow；〃　said　Lousteau。
  〃I　would　sooner　have　it　at　once；　Malaga　will　write　you　up　to…night。〃
  〃Well；　then；　yes。〃
  Lousteau　spent　the　evening　in　writing　a　long　letter　to　the　Marquise；
  giving　her　the　reasons　which　compelled　him　to　marry；　his　constant
  poverty；　the　torpor　of　his　imagination；　his　white　hairs；　his　moral　and
  physical　exhaustionin　short；　four　pages　of　arguments。〃As　to　Dinah；
  I　will　send　her　a　circular　announcing　the　marriage；〃　said　he　to
  himself。　〃As　Bixiou　says；　I　have　not　my　match　for　knowing　how　to　dock
  the　tail　of　a　passion。〃
  Lousteau；　who　at　first　had　been　on　some　ceremony　with　himself；　by　next
  day　had　come　to　the　point　of　dreading　lest　the　marriage　should　not
  come　off。　He　was　pressingly　civil　to　the　notary。
  〃I　knew　monsieur　your　father；〃　said　he；　〃at　Florentine's；　so　I　may
  well　know　you　here；　at　Mademoiselle　Turquet's。　Like　father；　like　son。
  A　very　good　fellow　and　a　philosopher；　was　little　Daddy　Cardotexcuse
  me；　we　always　called　him　so。　At　that　time；　Florine；　Florentine；
  Tullia；　Coralie；　and　Mariette　were　the　five　fingers　of　your　hand；　so
  to　speakit　is　fifteen　years　ago。　My　follies；　as　you　may　suppose；　are
  a　thing　of　the　past。In　those　days　it　was　pleasure　that　ran　away　with
  me；　now　I　am　ambitious；　but；　in　our　day；　to　get　on　at　all　a　man　must
  be　free　from　debt；　have　a　good　income；　a　wife；　and　a　family。　If　I　pay
  taxes　enough　to　qualify　me；　I　may　be　a　deputy　yet；　like　any　other
  man。〃
  Maitre　Cardot　appreciated　this　profession　of　faith。　Lousteau　had　laid
  himself　out　to　please　and　the　notary　liked　him；　feeling　himself　more
  at　his　ease；　as　may　be　easily　imagined；　with　a　man　who　had　known　his
  father's　secrets　than　he　would　have　been　with　another。　On　the
  following　day　Lousteau　was　introduced　to　the　Cardot　family　as　the
  purchaser　of　the　house　in　the　Rue　Saint…Lazare；　and　three　days　later
  he　dined　there。
  Cardot　lived　in　an　old　house　near　the　Place　du　Chatelet。　In　this　house
  everything　was　〃good。〃　Economy　covered　every　scrap　of　gilding　with
  green　gauze；　all　the　furniture　wore　holland　covers。　Though　it　was
  impossible　to　feel　a　shade　of　uneasiness　as　to　the　wealth　of　the
  inhabitants；　at　the　end　of　half　an　hour　no　one　could　suppress　a　yawn。
  Boredom　perched　in　every　nook；　the　curtains　hung　dolefully；　the
  dining…room　was　like　Harpagon's。　Even　if　Lousteau　had　not　known　all
  about　Malaga；　he　could　have　guessed　that　the　notary's　real　life　was
  spent　elsewhere。
  The　journalist　saw　a　tall；　fair　girl　with　blue　eyes；　at　once　shy　and
  languishing。　The　elder　brother　took　a　fancy　to　him；　he　was　the　fourth
  clerk　in　the　office；　but　strongly　attracted　by　the　snares　of　literary
  fame；　though　destined　to　succeed　his　father。　The　younger　sister　was
  twelve　years　old。　Lousteau；　assuming　a　little　Jesuitical　air；　played
  the　Monarchist　and　Churchman　for　the　benefit　of　the　mother；　was　quite
  smooth；　deliberate；　and　complimentary。
  Within　three　weeks　of　their　introduction；　at　his　fourth　dinner　there；
  Felicie　Cardot；　who　had　been　watching　Lousteau　out　of　the　corner　of
  her　eye；　carried　him　a　cup　of　coffee　where　he　stood　in　the　window
  recess；　and　said　in　a　low　voice；　with　tears　in　her　eyes：
  〃I　will　devote　my　whole　life；　monsieur；　to　thanking　you　for　your
  sacrifice　in　favor　of　a　poor　girl〃
  Lousteau　was　touched；　there　was　so　much　expression　in　her　look；　her
  accent；　her　attitude。　〃She　would　make　a　good　man　happy；〃　thought　he；
  pressing　her　hand　in　reply。
  Madame　Cardot　looked　upon　her　son…in…law　as　a　man　with　a　future　before
  him；　but；　above　all　the　fine　qualities　she　ascribed　to　him；　she　was
  most　delighted　by　his　high　tone　of　morals。　Etienne；　prompted　by　the
  wily　notary；　had　pledged　his　word　that　he　had　no　natural　children；　no
  tie　that　could　endanger　the　happiness　of　her　dear　Felicie。
  〃You　may　perhaps　think　I　go　rather　too　far；〃　said　the　bigot　to　the
  journalist；　〃but　in　giving　such　a　jewel　as　my　Felicie　to　any　man；　one
  must　think　of　the　future。　I　am　not　one　of　those　mothers　who　want　to　be
  rid　of　their　daughters。　Monsieur　Cardot　hurries　matters　on；　urges
  forward　his　daughter's　marriage；　he　wishes　it　over。　This　is　the　only
  point　on　which　we　differ。Though　with　a　man　like　you；　monsieur；　a
  literary　man　whose　youth　has　been　preserved　by　hard　work　from　the
  moral　shipwreck　now　so　prevalent；　we　may　feel　quite　safe；　still；　you
  would　be　the　first　to　laugh　at　me　if　I　looked　for　a　husband　for　my
  daughter　with　my　eyes　shut。　I　know　you　are　not　an　innocent；　and　I
  should　be　very　sorry　for　my　Felicie　if　you　were〃　（this　was　said　in　a
  whisper）；　〃but　if　you　had　any　/liaison/For　instance；　monsieur；　you
  have　heard　of　Madame　Roguin；　the　wife　of　a　notary　who；　unhappily　for
  our　faculty；　was　sadly　notorious。　Madame　Roguin　has；　ever　since　1820；
  been　kept　by　a　banker〃
  〃Yes；　du　Tillet；〃　replied　Etienne；　but　he　bit　his　tongue　as　he
  recollected　how　rash　it　was　to　confess　to　an　acquaintance　with　du
  Tillet。
  〃Yes。Well；　monsieur；　if　you　were　a　mother；　would　you　not　quake　at
  the　thought　that　Madame　du　Tillet's　fate　might　be　your　child's？　At　her
  age；　and　/nee/　de　Granville！　To　have　as　a　rival　a　woman　of　fifty　and
  more。　Sooner　would　I　see　my　daughter　de