Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
Her hands trembled, and there was a spell of silence, during which
she reflected how this financial machinery had already drawn in both
her savings and the seventy thousand francs that she had borrowed, and
now threatened to take the entire farm. Her old respect for landed
property, ploughed fields, meadows and forests, her repugnance for
traffic in money--that base calling of the Jews, unworthy of her
race--came back to her and filled her with anguish at this decisive
moment, when everything was on the point of being consummated. Her
daughter meantime looked at her in silence, with her pure yet ardent
eyes.
Saccard gave an encouraging smile.
'Well,' said he, 'it is very certain that you will have to place
confidence in us. But there are the figures. Examine them, and
hesitation seems to me impossible. Suppose you decide to do it, then
you will have six hundred shares, which will have cost you two hundred
and fifty-seven thousand francs. Now they are quoted to-day at an
average rate of thirteen hundred francs, which would give you a total
of seven hundred and eighty thousand francs. You have already more
than tripled your money. And it will continue; you will see how the
quotations will go up after the new issue! I promise you that your
shares will be worth a million before the end of the year.'
'Oh, mamma!' said Alice, allowing the words to escape her in a sigh, as
if despite herself.
A million! The mansion in the Rue Saint-Lazare freed from its
mortgages, cleansed of the mire of poverty! Life replaced on a proper
footing; an end to the nightmare of those who have a carriage but lack
bread! The daughter married, with a respectable dowry, able at last to
have a husband and children, that joy which is permitted to the lowest,
poorest creature of the streets! The son, whom the climate of Rome was
killing, relieved, able to maintain his rank, pending the time when he
might serve the great cause, which at present utilised him so little!
The mother reinstated in her high position, able to pay her coachman,
no longer hesitating to add a dish to her Tuesday dinners, no longer
forced to fast for the rest of the week! That million flamed before
them; it meant salvation, the realisation of their dream.
Conquered for her own part, the Countess turned to her daughter to ask
for her adhesion: 'Well, what do you think of it?'
But the girl would say nothing more; she let her eyelids slowly fall to
hide the glow of her eyes.
'Ah! true,' continued the mother, smiling in her turn, 'I had forgotten
that you wished to let me remain sole mistress in the matter. But I
know how brave you are, and all that you hope for.'
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