Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
The Baroness had gone, and Daigremont had at last begun to dress, when
a ring at the bell announced a third visit. Ah! this time, no; he would
not see the person, whoever it might be. However, when Delarocque's
card had been handed to him, he at once exclaimed that the broker was
to be shown up. Delarocque came in looking unusually agitated, and
Daigremont, seeing that he was unwilling to speak in presence of the
valet, sent the latter away, and tied his white cravat himself in front
of a high mirror.
'My dear fellow,' said Delarocque with the familiarity of a man
belonging to the same club as the person he was addressing, 'this
is what brings me. I trust to your friendship, because it is rather
a delicate matter. The fact is, Jacoby, my brother-in-law, has just
had the kindness to warn me of an assault that is being prepared.
Gundermann and the others have decided to give the finishing stroke to
the Universal at to-morrow's Bourse. They are going to throw the whole
pile upon the market. Jacoby already has orders. Gundermann sent for
him.'
'The devil!' ejaculated Daigremont, turning pale.
'You understand, I have customers of mine who are playing for a rise to
a very big tune indeed. Yes! I hold orders to the amount of fifteen
millions, enough to knock a man into a cocked hat in the case of
disaster. So, you see, I jumped into a cab, and am making the round of
my leading clients. It is not correct, but the intention is good.'
'The devil!' repeated the other.
'In short, my good friend, as you are playing uncovered, I have come to
ask you either to secure me or to abandon your position.'
'Abandon, abandon it, my dear fellow,' cried Daigremont. 'Oh! I don't
remain in falling houses; that is useless heroism. Don't buy; sell! My
orders with you are for nearly three millions; sell, sell everything!'
Then, as Delarocque turned to go, saying that he had other customers
to see, Daigremont took his hands and shook them energetically. 'Thank
you; I shall never forget. Sell, sell everything!'
As soon as he was alone he recalled his valet, in order to have his
hair and beard arranged. Ah, what a blunder! He had this time almost
let himself be robbed like a child. That was what came of associating
with a madman!
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