Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
As soon as she was alone again, Madame Caroline felt yet more disturbed
by the burning atmosphere in which she lived. The shares reached the
price of two thousand two hundred francs during the first week in
November; and all around her she found rapture, thanksgiving, and
unlimited hope. Dejoie was brimming over with gratitude, and the
Beauvilliers ladies now treated her as an equal, for was she not the
friend of the demigod who was about to restore their ancient house? A
chorus of benedictions went up from the happy multitude of speculators
both great and small, for daughters were at last supplied with dowries,
the poor were suddenly enriched, ensured of incomes in their old age,
whilst the wealthy burned with insatiable delight at becoming more
wealthy still. 'Twas an unique moment that followed the close of that
Exhibition in Paris, now so thoroughly intoxicated with pleasure and
power, a moment of faith in happiness, of conviction in endless good
luck. All stocks and shares had gone up in price, the most valueless
found credulous purchasers; a plethora of equivocal concerns inflated
the market, congested it to the point of apoplexy; whilst, underneath,
all sounded hollow, revealed the real exhaustion of a _régime_ which
had indulged in much enjoyment, which had spent milliards upon great
public works, and had fattened many huge financial institutions whose
gaping coffers were discharging their contents in all directions.
Amid such general vertigo a smash up was bound to follow at the first
crack, and Madame Caroline doubtless had some such anxious presentiment
when she felt her heart pain her at each fresh leap in the price
of Universals. No bad rumour as yet circulated; you detected but a
slight quivering among the astonished, subdued 'bears.' Still she was
perfectly conscious of a feeling of uneasiness, of something which was
already undermining the edifice. What it was could not be told, as
nothing precise manifested itself, and so she was forced to wait, face
to face with the splendour of the triumph which was still increasing
despite those slight shocks, those signs of instability portending a
catastrophe.
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