Nantes, and to sell them at thirty francs!"
Eugenie listened, without knowing that she approached the most solemn
moment of her whole life, and that the notary was about to bring down
upon her head a paternal and supreme sentence. Grandet had now reached
the magnificent fields which he owned on the banks of the Loire, where
thirty workmen were employed in clearing away, filling up, and
levelling the spots formerly occupied by the poplars.
"Maitre Cruchot, see how much ground this tree once took up! Jean," he