Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
Stout, with coarse
black hair falling to her eyebrows, and with a flat, flabby face,
Léonie had at first surprised him; then, with a feeling of delight
that she had fallen so low, he had offered her a thousand francs if
she would relinquish to his hands her rights in the matter. She had
accepted the offer with childish delight, like the simpleton she was;
and by this means they would at last be able to carry out their scheme
of hunting down the Countess de Beauvilliers. The long-searched-for
weapon was in their grasp, a weapon hideous and shameful beyond their
wildest hopes.
'I was expecting you, Monsieur Saccard,' said Busch. 'We have to talk.
You received my letter, of course.'
Meantime La Méchain, motionless and silent, did not stir from the only
chair in that little room, which was littered with papers and lighted
by a smoky lamp. And Saccard, who had to remain standing and did not
wish it to be supposed that he had come there in response to any
threat, at once entered upon the Jordan matter in a stern, contemptuous
voice.
'Excuse me,' said he, 'I came up to settle the debt of one of my
contributors--little Jordan, a very nice fellow, whom you are pursuing
with red-hot shot, indeed with really revolting ferocity. This very
morning, it seems, you behaved towards his wife in a way in which no
man of good breeding, would behave.'
Astonished at being attacked in this fashion when he was on the point
of assuming offensive tactics himself, Busch lost his balance, forgot
the other matter, and became irritated on account of this one. 'The
Jordans!' said he; 'you have come on account of the Jordans. There is
no question of any wife or any good breeding in matters of business.
When people owe, they ought to pay, that is my rule. Scamps, who have
been humbugging me for years past, from whom I have had the utmost
trouble to extract four hundred francs, copper by copper! Ah! thunder,
yes! I will sell them up! I will throw them into the street to-morrow
morning, if I don't have the three hundred and thirty francs and
fifteen centimes which they still owe me upon my desk to-night!'
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