"Well, sir," replied Eugenie, "I have tried to the very last and now that the moment has come, I feel in spite of all my efforts that it is impossible.""But," said Danglars, whose weak mind was at first quite overwhelmed with the weight of this pitiless logic, marking evident premeditation and force of will, "what is your reason for this refusal, Eugenie? what reason do you assign?""My reason?" replied the young girl."Well, it is not that the man is more ugly, more foolish, or more disagreeable than any other; no, M.Andrea Cavalcanti may appear to those who look at men's faces and figures as a very good specimen of his kind.It is not, either, that my heart is less touched by him than any other; that would be a schoolgirl's reason, which I consider quite beneath me.I actually love no one, sir; you know it, do you not? I do not then see why, without real necessity, I should encumber my life with a perpetual companion.Has not some sage said, `Nothing too much'? and another, `I carry all my effects with me'? I have been taught these two aphorisms in Latin and in Greek; one is, I believe, from Phaedrus, and the other from Bias.Well, my dear father, in the shipwreck of life -- for life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes -- I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and consequently perfectly free.""Unhappy girl, unhappy girl!" murmured Danglars, turning pale, for he knew from long experience the solidity of the obstacle he had so suddenly encountered.
"Unhappy girl," replied Eugenie, "unhappy girl, do you say, sir? No, indeed; the exclamation appears quite theatrical and affected.Happy, on the contrary, for what am I in want of! The world calls me beautiful.It is something to be well received.I like a favorable reception; it expands the countenance, and those around me do not then appear so ugly.
I possess a share of wit, and a certain relative sensibility, which enables me to draw from life in general, for the support of mine, all I meet with that is good, like the monkey who cracks the nut to get at its contents.I am rich, for you have one of the first fortunes in France.I am your only daughter, and you are not so exacting as the fathers of the Porte Saint-Martin and Gaiete, who disinherit their daughters for not giving them grandchildren.Besides, the provident law has deprived you of the power to disinherit me, at least entirely, as it has also of the power to compel me to marry Monsieur This or Monsieur That.
And so -- being, beautiful, witty, somewhat talented, as the comic operas say, and rich -- and that is happiness, sir --why do you call me unhappy?"
Danglars, seeing his daughter smiling, and proud even to insolence, could not entirely repress his brutal feelings, but they betrayed themselves only by an exclamation.Under the fixed and inquiring gaze levelled at him from under those beautiful black eyebrows, he prudently turned away, and calmed himself immediately, daunted by the power of a resolute mind."Truly, my daughter," replied he with a smile, "you are all you boast of being, excepting one thing;I will not too hastily tell you which, but would rather leave you to guess it." Eugenie looked at Danglars, much surprised that one flower of her crown of pride, with which she had so superbly decked herself, should be disputed."My daughter," continued the banker, "you have perfectly explained to me the sentiments which influence a girl like you, who is determined she will not marry; now it remains for me to tell you the motives of a father like me, who has decided that his daughter shall marry." Eugenie bowed, not as a submissive daughter, but as an adversary prepared for a discussion.
"My daughter," continued Danglars, "when a father asks his daughter to choose a husband, he has always some reason for wishing her to marry.Some are affected with the mania of which you spoke just now, that of living again in their grandchildren.This is not my weakness, I tell you at once;family joys have no charm for me.I may acknowledge this to a daughter whom I know to be philosophical enough to understand my indifference, and not to impute it to me as a crime.""This is not to the purpose," said Eugenie; "let us speak candidly, sir; I admire candor.""Oh," said Danglars, "I can, when circumstances render it desirable, adopt your system, although it may not be my general practice.I will therefore proceed.I have proposed to you to marry, not for your sake, for indeed I did not think of you in the least at the moment (you admire candor, and will now be satisfied, I hope); but because it suited me to marry you as soon as possible, on account of certain commercial speculations I am desirous of entering into."Eugenie became uneasy.
"It is just as I tell you, I assure you, and you must not be angry with me, for you have sought this disclosure.I do not willingly enter into arithmetical explanations with an artist like you, who fears to enter my study lest she should imbibe disagreeable or anti-poetic impressions and sensations.But in that same banker's study, where you very willingly presented yourself yesterday to ask for the thousand francs I give you monthly for pocket-money, you must know, my dear young lady, that many things may be learned, useful even to a girl who will not marry.There one may learn, for instance, what, out of regard to your nervous susceptibility, I will inform you of in the drawing-room, namely, that the credit of a banker is his physical and moral life; that credit sustains him as breath animates the body; and M.de Monte Cristo once gave me a lecture on that subject, which I have never forgotten.There we may learn that as credit sinks, the body becomes a corpse, and this is what must happen very soon to the banker who is proud to own so good a logician as you for his daughter." But Eugenie, instead of stooping, drew herself up under the blow.
"Ruined?" said she.
