Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
It was decided that an extraordinary meeting of shareholders should
be held in August in order to vote the fresh increase of capital.
Hamelin, who was to preside, landed at Marseilles towards the end of
July. For two months past his sister, in each letter that she had
written him, had been more and more pressingly advising him to return.
Amidst all the success of the Bank, which day by day was growing
more pronounced, she experienced an instinctive feeling that danger
was covertly approaching, an unreasoning fear which she did not even
dare to speak of; and she preferred that her brother should be on
the spot to see things for himself, for she had come to the point of
distrusting her own mind, of fearing that she might be strengthless
against Saccard and allow herself to be blinded to such a degree even
as to betray this brother whom she loved so much. Ought she not to
have confessed her _liaison_ to him--that _liaison_ which, in the
innocence of his piety and science, passing through life in ignorance
of so many of its aspects, he certainly did not suspect? This idea was
extremely painful to her; and she at last sought refuge in cowardly
compromises; she discussed with duty, which, now that she knew the man
and his past, clearly ordered her to tell everything, that her brother
might be on his guard. In her hours of strength she promised herself
that she would have a decisive explanation, and would not suffer the
uncontrolled disposal of such large sums of money by criminal hands,
in which so many millions had already melted away to the ruin of such
numbers of people. Was it not the only virile, honest course she could
take, the only course worthy of her? Then her lucidity, however, left
her; she grew weak and temporized, finding no grievances except the
irregularities common to all financial houses, as he affirmed. Perhaps
he was right in telling her with a laugh that the monster she dreaded
was success, that success which in Paris resounds and strikes like a
thunderbolt, and which left her trembling, as if under the suddenness
and anguish of a catastrophe. She no longer knew what to do; there
were even times when she admired him the more, full of that infinite
affection which she retained for him, albeit she had ceased to esteem
him. Never would she have thought her heart so complicated; she felt
herself a woman; she feared lest she might not be able to act. And so
she was very happy at her brother's return.
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