CHAPTER III
Nanon took one of the candles and went to open the door, followed by her master.
“Grandet! Grandet!” cried his wife, moved by a sudden impulse of fear, and running to the door of the room.
All the players looked at each other.
“Suppose we all go?” said Monsieur des Grassins; “that knock strikes me as evil-intentioned.”
Hardly was Monsieur des Grassins allowed to see the figure of a young man, accompanied by a porter from the coach-office carrying two large trunks and dragging a carpet-bag after him, than Monsieur Grandet turned roughly on his wife and said,—
“Madame Grandet, go back to your loto; leave me to speak with monsieur.”
Then he pulled the door quickly to, and the excited players returned to their seats, but did not continue the game.
“Is it any one belonging t
