Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
'Oh! monsieur, the slice is too big a one, my daughter and I are not
so ambitious. At the outset I took eight shares with the four thousand
francs which my poor wife saved up and left to us; and I still only
have those eight, for at the time of the other issues, you see, when
the capital was twice doubled, we hadn't the money to take up the
shares which we were entitled to purchase. No, no, that is not the
question; one need not be so greedy as that. I simply wanted to ask
Monsieur, without offending him, if he is of opinion that I ought to
sell?'
'What! that you ought to sell?'
Thereupon, with all sorts of circumlocutions, prompted by anxiety and
respect, Dejoie explained his situation. At their present price of
thirteen hundred francs his eight shares represented a total of ten
thousand four hundred francs. So he could easily give Nathalie the
dowry of six thousand francs which the pasteboard-maker required. But,
in presence of the continual rise of the shares, an appetite for money
had come to him also--an idea, vague at first and then all-absorbing,
of securing a share of the spoil for himself, a little income of six
hundred francs a year, which would enable him to retire. For that, a
capital of twelve thousand francs would be required, which added to his
daughter's portion of six thousand would make the, to him, enormous
total of eighteen thousand francs; and he despaired of ever getting
such an amount together, for to do so he must wait till the shares
should rise to a value of two thousand three hundred francs.
'You understand, monsieur,' said he. 'If the shares won't rise any
higher I prefer to sell, because Nathalie's happiness should come
before everything, shouldn't it? But if they continue going up, why, I
shall be heartsick at the thought of having sold them.'
'Come, my man, you are stupid!' exclaimed Saccard vehemently. 'Do you
think that we are going to stop at thirteen hundred? Do _I_ sell? You
shall have your eighteen thousand francs, I answer for it. And now be
off and turn out all those people--tell them that I have gone.'
When he found himself alone again, Saccard recalled the two heads of
departments and was able to finish his work in peace.
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