Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
Stationed in front of his pillar, Saccard meanwhile beheld the crowd
of his flatterers and customers increasing around him. Hands were
constantly being stretched out towards him, and he shook them all
with the same felicitous readiness, each grasp of his fingers being
instinct with a promise of triumph. Some people hastened up, exchanged
a word with him, and then went off delighted. Many, however, persisted
in staying, clung to him like leeches, quite vain that they should
belong to his group. He often expended his amiability on persons whose
names he could not remember. Thus he did not recognise Maugendre until
Captain Chave had told him who he was. The Captain, now reconciled
to his brother-in-law, was urging him to sell, but the pressure of
Saccard's hand sufficed to inflame Maugendre with unlimited hope. Then
there was Sédille, the member of the board, the great silk merchant
who wanted a minute's private chat. His business was in jeopardy;
his fortune was now so linked to the destinies of the Universal that
if the quotations should start falling, as was possible, he would be
ruined. And so, extremely anxious, devoured by his passion, having
other worries, moreover, in connection with his son Gustave, who was
not doing himself much good at Mazaud's, he felt the need of being
reassured and encouraged. He spoke to Saccard, and the latter with a
tap on the shoulder sent him off full of faith and ardour.
Then quite a procession set in--Kolb the banker, who had realised
long since, but wished to remain friends with fortune; the Marquis de
Bohain, who, with the haughty condescension of a _grand seigneur_,
pretended that he frequented the Bourse out of mere curiosity and want
of occupation; Huret, too, who had come to see if there were no more
pickings to be made, for it was contrary to his nature to remain on bad
terms with those who still breasted the current; he was far too supple
to be otherwise than friendly with people, so long as they had not been
swallowed up.
However, Daigremont put in an appearance, and thereupon all the others
stepped aside. He was very powerful, and people noticed his amiability,
the way in which he joked with Saccard with an air of trusting
comradeship. The bulls were radiant, for he had the reputation of
being an adroit man, who knew how to escape from houses as soon as the
floorings began to crack; and this made it certain that the Universal
was not yet cracking. And, finally, others moved to and fro, simply
exchanging glances with Saccard--men in his service, the employees
who were charged with giving orders, and who bought also on their
own account, in the rage for gambling which, like an epidemic, was
decimating the staff in the Rue de Londres, now always on the watch,
with ears at every key-hole, on the hunt for tips.
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