Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
And she sought to convince him by explaining that she had held in her
hands the notes signed by men of straw. She named the latter, and also
gave the names of the bankers who had discounted the paper at Vienna,
Frankfort, and Berlin. His correspondents could enlighten him; he would
see that it was no mere gossip which she was retailing. And she further
asserted that the Bank had been buying and buying on its own account,
for the sole purpose of keeping up the rise, and that two hundred
millions of francs had already been swallowed up.
Whilst he listened to her with his dismal air Gundermann was already
planning his campaign of the morrow, so quick at all mental work that
in a few seconds he had distributed his orders and determined upon the
amounts. He was now certain of victory, for he well knew from what miry
depths this information had come to him, and felt full of contempt for
that pleasure-loving Saccard, who was so stupid as to trust a woman and
allow himself to be sold.
When she had finished, he raised his head, and, looking at her out of
his large dim eyes, exclaimed: 'Well, why should I be interested in
what you say? How does it concern me?'
She was profoundly astonished, so unconcerned and calm did he appear.
'But,' said she, 'it seems to me that your position as a "bear"----'
'I! Who told you that I was a "bear"? I never go to the Bourse; I never
speculate. All this is a matter of indifference to me.'
And there was such an innocent ring in his voice that the Baroness,
doubting and frightened, would in the end have believed him but for
certain inflections of too bantering a _naïveté_. He was evidently
laughing at her, in his absolute disdain for woman, now that his blood
was old and cold.
'So, my good friend,' he added, 'as I am very busy, if you have nothing
more interesting to say to me----'
He was evidently about to dismiss her; and she in her fury sought to
rebel. 'I have had confidence in you,' she said. 'I spoke first. It is
a real trap. You promised me that, if I should be useful to you, you in
your turn would be useful to me, and give me some good advice----'
Rising from his chair, he interrupted her. He, who never laughed, gave
a slight chuckle, so amusing did he find it to dupe a young and pretty
woman in this brutal way. 'Good advice! Why, I do not refuse it, my
good friend; listen to me. Don't gamble, don't ever gamble. It will
spoil your face; a woman who gambles is not at all nice.'
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