Theysetout。Eugenesaidnothingforawhile。
“Whatisitnow？“sheasked。
“Icanhearthedeath-rattleinyourfather’sthroat。”hesaidalmostangrily。Andwiththehotindignationofyouth，hetoldthestoryofMme。deRestaud’svanityandcruelty，ofherfather’sfinalactofself-sacrifice，thathadbroughtaboutthisstrugglebetweenlifeanddeath，ofthepricethathadbeenpaidforAnastasie’sgoldenembroideries。Delphinecried。
“Ishalllookfrightful。”shethought。Shedriedhertears。
“Iwillnursemyfather；Iwillnotleavehisbedside。”shesaidaloud。