Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
Accordingly, early in the morning, she already had to start out, for
there were all sorts of formalities to be fulfilled in order to ensure
her _protege's_ admission into the Institute of Work. Naturally, her
position as secretary of the Committee of Superintendence, to which
the Princess d'Orviedo, the founder of the Institute, had appointed
ten ladies of high social standing, facilitated the accomplishment of
these formalities; and in the afternoon she had only to go to the Cité
de Naples to fetch Victor. She took some suitable garments with her,
and was not really without anxiety as to the resistance which the boy
might offer--he who would not hear speak of going to school. However,
La Méchain, to whom she had sent a telegram, and who was waiting for
her, informed her on the threshold of a piece of news by which she
herself had been upset. Mother Eulalie had died suddenly in the night,
from some cause which the doctor had been unable to precisely fix--a
congestion, perhaps, some distemper produced by her corrupted blood.
This tragedy had quite stupefied the boy, filled him with a secret
fear, so that he consented to dress and seemed even pleased with the
idea of living in a house with a beautiful garden. There was nothing
to keep him at the Cité any longer since the 'fat 'un,' as he called
Mother Eulalie, was going to rot in the grave.
Meanwhile, La Méchain, while writing her receipt for the two thousand
francs, laid down her conditions. 'It is agreed, isn't it? you will
complete the six thousand in one payment, six months from now.
Otherwise, I shall apply to Monsieur Saccard.'
'But you will be paid by Monsieur Saccard himself,' said Madame
Caroline. 'To-day I am simply his substitute, that is all.'
There was no affection in the farewells exchanged between Victor and
his old cousin; a kiss upon the hair, and then the urchin was all
haste to get into the cab, while La Méchain, scolded by Busch for
having consented to accept merely an instalment of her claim, remained
secretly annoyed at seeing her security thus escape her. 'Now, madame,
be honest with me,' said she, 'otherwise I shall find a way to make you
repent.'
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