“Was it the Countess?” asked Eugene. “A tall, dark-haired woman, with large bright eyes, slender figure, and little feet?”
“Yes.”
“Leave him to me for a bit,” said Rastignac. “I will make him confess; he will tell me all about it.”
“And meanwhile I will get my dinner. But try not to excite him; there is still some hope left.”
“All right.”
“How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,” said Father Goriot when they were alone. “They are going to a grand ball.”
“What were you doing this morning, papa, to make yourself so poorly this evening that you have to stop in bed?”
“Nothing.”
“Did not Anastasie come to see you?” demanded Rastignac.
“Yes,” said Father Goriot.