Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
Among the number the Jordans particularly distressed her. They came
together, Paul and Marcelle, like a loving husband and wife who act
conjointly in all serious matters, to ask her if there were really no
hope of their parents the Maugendres, getting something more from their
Universal shares. In this direction, too, there had been an irreparable
disaster. Prior to the great battles of the last two settlements, the
old awning manufacturer had already possessed seventy-five shares,
which had cost him about eighty thousand francs; a superb affair,
since these shares at one time, when quoted at the price of three
thousand francs apiece, had represented two hundred and twenty-five
thousand francs. But the terrible part was that, in the passion of the
struggle, Maugendre had played without depositing any cover, believing
in Saccard's genius and buying incessantly, so that the frightful
differences which now had to be paid--more than two hundred thousand
francs--had just swallowed up the rest of his fortune, that income of
fifteen thousand francs accumulated by thirty years of hard work. He
had nothing left; in fact, he would be barely freed from debt, after
selling that little residence in the Rue Legendre of which he was so
proud. And in this disaster Madame Maugendre was certainly guiltier
than he.
'Ah! madame,' explained Marcelle, whose charming face remained fresh
and gay even in the midst of catastrophes, 'you cannot imagine how
mamma had changed! She, so prudent, so economical, the terror of her
servants, always at their heels, always checking their accounts,
had reached such a point that she talked of nothing but hundreds of
thousands of francs. She urged on papa--oh! he was not nearly so brave
as she was, but would willingly have listened to Uncle Chave if she
had not made him crazy with her dream of gaining the big prize, the
million. They caught the fever through reading those horrid, lying
financial papers; and papa was the first to get it, and tried to hide
it in the beginning; however, when mamma caught it, she who had so long
professed a hatred of all gambling, everything blazed up and it wasn't
long before they were ruined. To think that the rage for gain can so
change honest folks!'
Jordan thereupon intervened, amused by a recollection of Uncle Chave
which his wife's words had just brought to his mind. 'And if you had
seen Uncle Chave's calmness amid these catastrophes!' said he. 'He had
prophesied it all and was quite triumphant. He had not once failed to
attend the Bourse, he had not once ceased to play his petty cash game,
content with carrying his fifteen or twenty francs away every evening,
like a good employee who has faithfully done his day's work. Millions
were falling around him on all sides, giant fortunes were being made
and unmade in a couple of hours, gold was raining down by the bucketful
amid the thunderclaps; and all the while he calmly continued making his
little living.'
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