Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
She then spoke of La Méchain's accounts, explained her idea of placing
Victor at the Institute of Work, and asked for the two thousand francs.
'I don't wish your father to know anything of the matter yet awhile,'
said she. 'You are the only person to whom I can apply; you must
advance this money.'
But he flatly refused. 'To papa--not if I know it! not a sou! Listen,
it is an oath! Even if papa only needed a sou to pay a bridge-toll, I
would not lend it to him. Understand! there are some silly things that
are altogether too silly; I do not wish to be ridiculous.'
Again she looked at him, disturbed by his ugly insinuations. In this
exciting moment, however, she had neither the wish nor the time to make
him talk. 'And to me,' she abruptly rejoined--'will you lend these two
thousand francs to me?'
'To you, to you----'
He continued polishing his nails with a light, pretty movement, while
examining her with his clear eyes, which searched women to their
heart's blood. 'To you, yes; after all--I am willing. You are one of
the gullible ones, you will pay me back.'
Then, after going to take two notes of a thousand francs each from a
little desk, and giving them to her, he grasped her hands and held
them for a moment in his own, with an air of friendly gaiety, like
a step-son who feels some sympathy for his step-mother. 'You have
some illusions respecting papa,' said he. 'Oh! don't protest; I don't
want to meddle with your affairs. Women are so queer; it amuses them
sometimes to devote themselves, and of course they are quite right in
taking their pleasure where they find it. All the same, if some day you
should be ill rewarded, come and see me, we will have a chat.'
When Madame Caroline was once more in her cab, still stifling from the
soft warmth of the little residence and the heliotrope perfume which
had penetrated her garments, she shuddered as though she had just left
some house of ill-repute, frightened also by the son's reticence and
jocularity with regard to his father, which increased her suspicion of
a past life such as none would confess to. However, she did not wish to
know anything; she had the money, and quieted herself by planning the
work of the morrow, so that by night time the child might be saved from
his vices.
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