Avarice--Anger: Two of the Seven Cardinal Sins — John Shaqi
Avarice--Anger: Two of the Seven Cardinal SinsSue, Eugène
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Avarice--Anger: Two of the Seven Cardinal Sins
Sue, Eugène
French fiction -- Translations into English
"You see from these figures, my ingenuous young friend, that the known
personal property of your honoured parent amounted, on the first of this
month, to considerably over two million francs; but it is more than
likely that, after the fashion of most misers who take a vast amount of
pleasure in seeing and handling a part of their wealth, he has a large
amount of money hoarded away in some convenient hiding-place. Even if
this should not be the case, you see that the author of your being
possesses more than two million francs, and as he spends barely twelve
hundred francs out of an income of nearly one hundred thousand, you can
form some idea of the amount of wealth you will enjoy some day, and you
can no longer wonder at the offer I have just made you."
Louis was petrified with astonishment by this revelation. He could not
utter a word, but merely gazed at the speaker with inexpressible
amazement.
"You seem to be knocked all in a heap, my young friend. You act as if
you were dazed."
"I really do not know what to think of all this," stammered Louis.
"Do as St. Thomas did, then. Touch these bank-notes and perhaps that
will convince you. The capitalists who are backing me are not inclined
to run any risk with their lucre, and they are willing to advance you
this money at seven per cent., with a like commission for my services in
addition. Interest and loan together will scarcely amount to one-half of
your father's yearly income, so you will still be piling up money, even
if you should live as a gentleman ought to live, and spend fifty
thousand francs a year. It will be impossible for you to get along on
less than that, but you can at least wait with patience for the hour of
your honoured parent's demise, you understand. And, by the way, I have
provided for every contingency, as you will see when I tell you about
the little scheme I have invented, for of course your good father will
be astonished at the change in your mode of living, so you are to invest
in a lottery ticket--the prize, a magnificent five hundred louis
diamond; price of tickets, ten francs each. The drawing takes place day
after to-morrow; you will win the prize and sell it again for eight or
nine thousand francs. This money you must allow a friend to invest for
you in a wonderfully successful enterprise, which will yield three
hundred per cent a year. Thanks to this stratagem, you can spend
twenty-five or thirty thousand francs a year under your father's very
nose. Tell me, now, young man, haven't you good cause to regard me in
the light of a guardian angel, or a beneficent Providence? But what on
earth is the matter with you? What is the meaning of this clouded brow,
this solemn air, this gloomy silence, when I expected to see you
half-delirious with joy, and fairly turning somersaults in your delight
at being transformed from a clerk into a millionaire, in less than a
quarter of an hour. Speak, young man, speak! Can it be that joy and
astonishment have bereft him of reason?"
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