"Exactly, my daughter; that is precisely what I mean," said Danglars, almost digging his nails into his breast, while he preserved on his harsh features the smile of the heartless though clever man; "ruined -- yes, that is it.""Ah!" said Eugenie.
"Yes, ruined! Now it is revealed, this secret so full of horror, as the tragic poet says.Now, my daughter, learn from my lips how you may alleviate this misfortune, so far as it will affect you.""Oh," cried Eugenie, "you are a bad physiognomist, if you imagine I deplore on my own account the catastrophe of which you warn me.I ruined? and what will that signify to me?
Have I not my talent left? Can I not, like Pasta, Malibran, Grisi, acquire for myself what you would never have given me, whatever might have been your fortune, a hundred or a hundred and fifty thousand livres per annum, for which Ishall be indebted to no one but myself; and which, instead of being given as you gave me those poor twelve thousand francs, with sour looks and reproaches for my prodigality, will be accompanied with acclamations, with bravos, and with flowers? And if I do not possess that talent, which your smiles prove to me you doubt, should I not still have that ardent love of independence, which will be a substitute for wealth, and which in my mind supersedes even the instinct of self-preservation? No, I grieve not on my own account, Ishall always find a resource; my books, my pencils, my piano, all the things which cost but little, and which Ishall be able to procure, will remain my own.
"Do you think that I sorrow for Madame Danglars? Undeceive yourself again; either I am greatly mistaken, or she has provided against the catastrophe which threatens you, and, which will pass over without affecting her.She has taken care for herself, -- at least I hope so, -- for her attention has not been diverted from her projects by watching over me.She has fostered my independence by professedly indulging my love for liberty.Oh, no, sir; from my childhood I have seen too much, and understood too much, of what has passed around me, for misfortune to have an undue power over me.From my earliest recollections, I have been beloved by no one -- so much the worse; that has naturally led me to love no one -- so much the better -- now you have my profession of faith.""Then," said Danglars, pale with anger, which was not at all due to offended paternal love, -- "then, mademoiselle, you persist in your determination to accelerate my ruin?""Your ruin? I accelerate your ruin? What do you mean? I do not understand you.""So much the better, I have a ray of hope left; listen.""I am all attention," said Eugenie, looking so earnestly at her father that it was an effort for the latter to endure her unrelenting gaze.
"M.Cavalcanti," continued Danglars, "is about to marry you, and will place in my hands his fortune, amounting to three million livres.""That is admirable!" said Eugenie with sovereign contempt, smoothing her gloves out one upon the other.
