entreaty。
  〃She　can　go　and　dine　where　she　likes；〃　shouted　several　voices。
  〃Turn　her　out；　the　spy！〃
  〃Turn　them　both　out！　Spies！〃
  〃Gentlemen；〃　cried　Poiret；　his　heart　swelling　with　the　courage
  that　love　gives　to　the　ovine　male；　〃respect　the　weaker　sex。〃
  〃Spies　are　of　no　sex！〃　said　the　painter。
  〃A　precious　sexorama！〃
  〃Turn　her　into　the　streetorama！〃
  〃Gentlemen；　this　is　not　manners！　If　you　turn　people　out　of　the
  house；　it　ought　not　to　be　done　so　unceremoniously　and　with　no
  notice　at　all。　We　have　paid　our　money；　and　we　are　not　going；〃
  said　Poiret；　putting　on　his　cap；　and　taking　a　chair　beside　Mlle。
  Michonneau；　with　whom　Mme。　Vauquer　was　remonstrating。
  〃Naughty　boy！〃　said　the　painter；　with　a　comical　look；　〃run　away；
  naughty　little　boy！〃
  〃Look　here；〃　said　Bianchon；　〃if　you　do　not　go；　all　the　rest　of　us
  will；〃　and　the　boarders；　to　a　man；　made　for　the　sitting…room…
  door。
  〃Oh！　mademoiselle；　what　is　to　be　done？〃　cried　Mme。　Vauquer。　〃I　am
  a　ruined　woman。　You　can't　stay　here；　they　will　go　further；　do
  something　violent。〃
  Mlle。　Michonneau　rose　to　her　feet。
  〃She　is　going！She　is　not　going！She　is　going！No；　she　isn't。〃
  These　alternate　exclamations；　and　a　suggestion　of　hostile
  intentions；　borne　out　by　the　behavior　of　the　insurgents；
  compelled　Mlle。　Michonneau　to　take　her　departure。　She　made　some
  stipulations；　speaking　in　a　low　voice　in　her　hostess'　ear；　and
  then〃I　shall　go　to　Mme。　Buneaud's；〃　she　said；　with　a
  threatening　look。
  〃Go　where　you　please；　mademoiselle；〃　said　Mme。　Vauquer；　who
  regarded　this　choice　of　an　opposition　establishment　as　an
  atrocious　insult。　〃Go　and　lodge　with　the　Buneaud；　the　wine　would
  give　a　cat　the　colic；　and　the　food　is　cheap　and　nasty。〃
  The　boarders　stood　aside　in　two　rows　to　let　her　pass；　not　a　word
  was　spoken。　Poiret　looked　so　wistfully　after　Mlle。　Michonneau；
  and　so　artlessly　revealed　that　he　was　in　two　minds　whether　to　go
  or　stay；　that　the　boarders；　in　their　joy　at　being　quit　of　Mlle。
  Michonneau；　burst　out　laughing　at　the　sight　of　him。
  〃Hist！st！st！　Poiret；〃　shouted　the　painter。　〃Hallo！　I　say；
  Poiret；　hallo！〃　The　employe　from　the　Museum　began　to　sing：
  〃Partant　pour　la　Syrie；
  Le　jeune　et　beau　Dunois　。　。　。〃
  〃Get　along　with　you；　you　must　be　dying　to　go；　trahit　sua　quemque
  voluptas！〃　said　Bianchon。
  〃Every　one　to　his　tastefree　rendering　from　Virgil；〃　said　the
  tutor。
  Mlle。　Michonneau　made　a　movement　as　if　to　take　Poiret's　arm；　with
  an　appealing　glance　that　he　could　not　resist。　The　two　went　out
  together；　the　old　maid　leaning　upon　him；　and　there　was　a　burst　of
  applause；　followed　by　peals　of　laughter。
  〃Bravo；　Poiret！〃
  〃Who　would　have　thought　it　of　old　Poiret！〃
  〃Apollo　Poiret！〃
  〃Mars　Poiret！〃
  〃Intrepid　Poiret！〃
  A　messenger　came　in　at　that　moment　with　a　letter　for　Mme。
  Vauquer；　who　read　it　through；　and　collapsed　in　her　chair。
  〃The　house　might　as　well　be　burned　down　at　once；〃　cried　she；　〃if
  there　are　to　be　any　more　of　these　thunderbolts！　Young　Taillefer
  died　at　three　o'clock　this　afternoon。　It　serves　me　right　for
  wishing　well　to　those　ladies　at　that　poor　man's　expense。　Mme。
  Couture　and　Victorine　want　me　to　send　their　things；　because　they
  are　going　to　live　with　her　father。　M。　Taillefer　allows　his
  daughter　to　keep　old　Mme。　Couture　as　her　lady　companion。　Four
  rooms　to　let！　and　five　lodgers　gone！　。　。　。〃
  She　sat　up；　and　seemed　about　to　burst　into　tears。
  〃Bad　luck　has　come　to　lodge　here；　I　think；〃　she　cried。
  Once　more　there　came　a　sound　of　wheels　from　the　street　outside。
  〃What！　another　windfall　for　somebody！〃　was　Sylvie's　comment。
  But　it　was　Goriot　who　came　in；　looking　so　radiant；　so　flushed
  with　happiness；　that　he　seemed　to　have　grown　young　again。
  〃Goriot　in　a　cab！〃　cried　the　boarders；　〃the　world　is　coming　to　an
  end。〃
  The　good　soul　made　straight　for　Eugene；　who　was　standing　wrapped
  in　thought　in　a　corner；　and　laid　a　hand　on　the　young　man's　arm。
  〃Come；〃　he　said；　with　gladness　in　his　eyes。
  〃Then　you　haven't　heard　the　news？〃　said　Eugene。　〃Vautrin　was　an
  escaped　convict；　they　have　just　arrested　him；　and　young　Taillefer
  is　dead。〃
  〃Very　well；　but　what　business　is　it　of　ours？〃　replied　Father
  Goriot。　〃I　am　going　to　dine　with　my　daughter　in　YOUR　HOUSE；　do
  you　understand？　She　is　expecting　you。　Come！〃
  He　carried　off　Rastignac　with　him　by　main　force；　and　they
  departed　in　as　great　a　hurry　as　a　pair　of　eloping　lovers。
  〃Now；　let　us　have　dinner；〃　cried　the　painter；　and　every　one　drew
  his　chair　to　the　table。
  〃Well；　I　never；〃　said　the　portly　Sylvie。　〃Nothing　goes　right　to…
  day！　The　haricot　mutton　has　caught！　Bah！　you　will　have　to　eat　it；
  burned　as　it　is；　more's　the　pity！〃
  Mme。　Vauquer　was　so　dispirited　that　she　could　not　say　a　word　as
  she　looked　round　the　table　and　saw　only　ten　people　where　eighteen
  should　be；　but　every　one　tried　to　comfort　and　cheer　her。　At　first
  the　dinner　contingent；　as　was　natural；　talked　about　Vautrin　and
  the　day's　events；　but　the　conversation　wound　round　to　such　topics
  of　interest　as　duels；　jails；　justice；　prison　life；　and
  alterations　that　ought　to　be　made　in　the　laws。　They　soon　wandered
  miles　away　from　Jacques　Collin　and　Victorine　and　her　brother。
  There　might　be　only　ten　of　them；　but　they　made　noise　enough　for
  twenty；　indeed；　there　seemed　to　be　more　of　them　than　usual；　that
  was　the　only　difference　between　yesterday　and　to…day。
  Indifference　to　the　fate　of　others　is　a　matter　of　course　in　this
  selfish　world；　which；　on　the　morrow　of　tragedy；　seeks　among　the
  events　of　Paris　for　a　fresh　sensation　for　its　daily　renewed
  appetite；　and　this　indifference　soon　gained　the　upper　hand。　Mme。
  Vauquer　herself　grew　calmer　under　the　soothing　influence　of　hope；
  and　the　mouthpiece　of　hope　was　the　portly　Sylvie。
  That　day　had　gone　by　like　a　dream　for　Eugene；　and　the　sense　of
  unreality　lasted　into　the　evening；　so　that；　in　spite　of　his
  energetic　character　and　clear…headedness；　his　ideas　were　a　chaos
  as　he　sat　beside　Goriot　in　the　cab。　The　old　man's　voice　was　full
  of　unwonted　happiness；　but　Eugene　had　been　shaken　by　so　many
  emotions　that　the　words　sounded　in　his　ears　like　words　spoken　in
  a　dream。
  〃It　was　finished　this　morning！　All　three　of　us　are　going　to　dine
  there　together；　together！　Do　you　understand？　I　have　not　dined
  with　my　Delphine；　my　little　Delphine；　these　four　years；　and　I
  shall　have　her　for　a　whole　evening！　We　have　been　at　your　lodging
  the　whole　time　since　morning。　I　have　been　working　like　a　porter
  in　my　shirt　sleeves；　helping　to　carry　in　the　furniture。　Aha！　you
  don't　know　what　pretty　ways　she　has；　at　table　she　will　look　after
  me；　'Here；　papa；　just　try　this；　it　is　nice。'　And　I　shall　not　be
  able　to　eat。　Oh；　it　is　a　long　while　since　I　have　been　with　her　in
  quiet　every…day　life　as　we　shall　have　her。〃
  〃It　really　seems　as　if　the　world　has　been　turned　upside　down。〃
  〃Upside　down？〃　repeated　Father　Goriot。　〃Why；　the　world　has　never
  been　so　right…side　up。　I　see　none　but　smiling　faces　in　the
  streets；　people　who　shake　hands　cordially　and　embrace　each　other；
  people　who　all　look　as　happy　as　if　they　were　going　to　dine　with
  their　daughter；　and　gobble　down　a　nice　little　dinner　that　she
  went　with　me　to　order　of　the　chef　at　the　Cafe　des　Anglais。　But；
  pshaw！　with　her　beside　you　gall　and　wormwood　would　be　as　sweet　as
  honey。〃
  〃I　feel　as　if　I　were　coming　back　to　life　again；〃　said　Eugene。
  〃Why；　hurry　up　there！〃　cried　Father　Goriot；　letting　down　the
  window　in　front。　〃Get　on　faster；　I　will　give　you　five　francs　if
  you　get　to　the　place　I　told　you　of　in　ten　minutes　time。〃
  With　this　prospect　before　him　the　cabman　crossed　Paris　with
  miraculous　celerity。
  〃How　that　fellow　crawls！〃　said　Father　Goriot。
  〃But　where　are　you　taking　me？〃　Eugene　asked　him。
  〃To　your　own　house；〃　said　Goriot。
  The　cab　stopped　in　the　Rue　d'Artois。　Father　Goriot　stepped　out
  first　and　flung　ten　francs　to　the　man　with　the　recklessness　of　a
  widower　returning　to　bachelor　ways。
  〃Come　along　upstairs；〃　he　said　to　Rastignac。　They　crossed　a
  courtyard；　and　climbed　up　to　the　third　floor　of　a　new　and
  handsome　house。　There　they　stopped　before　a　door；　but　before
  Goriot　could　ring；　it　was　opened　by　Therese；　Mme。　de　Nucingen's
  maid。　Eugene　found　himself　in　a　charming　set　of　chambers；　an
  ante…room；　a　little　drawing…room；　a　bedroom；　and　a　study；　looking
  out　upon　a　garden。　The　furniture　and　the　decorations　of　the
  little　drawing…room　were　of　the　most　daintily　charming
  description；　the　room　was　full　of　soft　light；　and　Delphine　rose
  up　from　a　low　chair　by　the　fire　and　stood　before　him。　She　set　her
  fire…screen　down　on　the　chimney…piece；　and　spoke　with　tenderness
  in　every　tone　of　her　voice。
  〃So　we　had　to　go　in　search　of　you；　sir；　you　who　are　so　slow　to
  understand！〃
  Therese　left　the　room。　The　student　took　Delphine　in　his　arms　and
  held　her　in　a　tight