Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
And thereupon he left her, thinking as he walked away: 'You have
been none too amiable with me, and it will amuse me to see you get a
ducking.'
As he was returning to the Place de la Bourse again, the sight of
Gundermann, whom he espied in the distance emerging from the Rue
Vivienne, made his heart flutter once more. There could be no doubt
of it; distance might shorten the great Baron's figure, but it was
indeed he, walking slowly as was his wont, carrying his pale head erect
without looking at anybody, as though, in the midst of all that crowd,
he were alone in his royalty. And Saccard watched him with a feeling
of terror, seeking to interpret each movement that he made. On seeing
Nathansohn approach him, he imagined that all was lost. But his hopes
revived when he saw the _coulissier_ draw back with a discomfited air.
No, there was certainly nothing unusual about the great banker; he had
his everyday look. And all at once Saccard's heart leapt with joy,
for Gundermann had just entered the confectioner's shop to make his
customary purchase of sweetmeats for his little grand-daughters; and
that was a sure sign of his knowing nothing, for he never set foot in
the shop on days of crisis.
One o'clock struck and the bell announced the opening of the market. It
was a memorable Bourse, one of those great days of disaster--disaster
caused by a totally unexpected rise--which are so rare that they remain
legendary. At the outset, amid the overpowering heat, prices fell
yet lower. Then some sudden isolated purchases--the desultory fire
of skirmishers, as it were, before the opening of a battle--provoked
astonishment. But amidst the general distrust, things still remained
dull and heavy, when all at once the number of purchases began to
increase, demands sprang up in all directions, and Nathansohn at the
_coulisse_ under the colonnade, and Mazaud, Jacoby, and Delarocque in
the _corbeille_ within the building, were to be heard shouting that
they would take any stock at any price. And then there was a tremor, a
sudden ground-swell as it were, though nobody yet dared to rush into
the fight, so inexplicable was this sudden change in the tone of the
market.
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