Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
Dejoie did not take his departure, however, but with fresh
embarrassment resumed: 'It's very kind of you, monsieur. I'll accept
the situation gratefully, for sure enough I shall have to work when I
have arranged Nathalie's matter. But I came for something else. Yes, I
have heard through Madame Caroline and other people too, that you are
about to start a big enterprise, monsieur, and will be able to place
your friends and acquaintances in a position to make as much money as
you may choose them to make. So if you would be kind enough, monsieur,
to interest yourselves in us, if you would consent to let us have some
of your shares----'
A second time was Saccard moved, more moved even than he had been
on the first occasion when the Countess likewise had intrusted her
daughter's dowry to him. Did not this simple man, this microscopical
capitalist, with savings scraped up copper by copper, personify the
believing, truthful multitude, the great multitude that means abundant,
substantial custom, the fanatical army that endows a financial
establishment with invincible power? If this worthy fellow hurried to
him in this fashion, before a single announcement had been made, a
single advertisement issued, what would it be when the offices opened?
He smiled with emotion upon this first little shareholder, in whose
coming he beheld an omen of immense success.
'Agreed, my friend, you shall have some shares,' said he.
Dejoie's face became radiant, as though some great unhoped-for favour
had been promised him. 'You are very kind, monsieur. And with my four
thousand francs I shall be able, shan't I? to gain two thousand more,
in six months' time or so, and then we can make up the amount we want.
And since you consent, monsieur, I would rather settle the matter at
once. I've brought the money.'
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out an envelope which he offered
to Saccard, who stood there motionless, silent, struck with admiration
at this final proof of confidence. And he, the terrible corsair, who
had levied tribute on so many fortunes, ended by bursting into a hearty
laugh, honestly resolved that he would enrich this trusting man as well
as all the others.
'But, my good fellow,' he said, 'things are not managed in that way.
Keep your money. I will put your name down, and you will pay up at the
proper time and place.'
Thereupon he finally dismissed them, after Dejoie had made Nathalie
thank him, which she did with a smile of content lighting up her hard,
yet candid eyes.
When Maxime at last found himself alone with his father he remarked
with that insolently jeering air of his: 'And so now you dower young
girls?'
'Why not?' Saccard answered gaily. 'It's a good thing to invest in
other people's happiness.' Then before leaving his room he turned to
set some papers in order, and all at once exclaimed: 'And you, by the
way, don't you want some shares?'
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