The mother and daughter sat down in silence, the former upon her
raised seat, the latter in her little armchair, and both took up their
work. Swelling with gratitude for the full heart-understanding her
mother had given her, Eugenie kissed the dear hand, saying,--
"How good you are, my kind mamma!"
The words sent a glow of light into the motherly face, worn and
blighted as it was by many sorrows.
Madame Grandet only smiled in reply. Then, after a moment's silence,