Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
'Then you have not been charged with a commission for me?' he asked,
seemingly disappointed, as if he had thought for a moment that she had
come with a secret mission from Saccard, some invention or other of
that madman.
Now that they were alone, she looked at him with a smile, with that
deceptive, ardent air of hers by which so many men had been caught.
'No,' she said, 'no, I have nothing to say to you, and since you are
so very kind, I would rather ask something of you.' And then, leaning
forward, she made her confession, spoke of her deplorable marriage
to a foreigner, who had understood neither her nature nor her needs;
and explained how she had been obliged to have recourse to gambling
in order to keep up her position. And finally, she expatiated on her
solitude, on the necessity of being advised and guided through the
quicksands of the Bourse, where so heavy a penalty attends each false
step. 'But I thought,' he interrupted, 'that you were already advised
by somebody.'
'Oh, somebody!' she murmured with a gesture of profound disdain. 'No,
nobody--I have nobody. It is your advice that I should like to have,
the advice of the master. And it really would not cost you anything
to be my friend, just to say a word to me, merely one word every now
and then. If you only knew how happy you would make me, how grateful I
should be to you!'
Speaking in this wise, she sought to fascinate him by glance and
gesture, but all to no avail. He remained cold, impassive, like one who
has no passions. And whilst he listened to her he took some grapes, one
by one, from a fruit-stand on the table, and ate them in a languid,
mechanical way. This was the only excess which he allowed himself, the
indulgence of his most sensual moments, the penalty for which was days
of suffering, for his digestive organs were so impaired that a rigorous
milk diet had been prescribed for him. Looking at the Baroness, he gave
her the cunning smile of a man who knows that he is invincible; and
without wasting further time, coming straight to the point, he said:
'Well, you are very charming, and I should really like to oblige you.
So on the day, my beautiful friend, when you bring me some good advice,
I promise to give you some in return. Come and tell me what others are
doing, and I'll tell you what I shall do. It is understood, eh?'
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