Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
Saccard meantime was asking himself what interest Gundermann could
have in receiving all these people. Evidently he had a special power
of isolating himself; he remained absorbed, continued thinking.
Moreover, in all this there must be some question of discipline, a
habit of passing the market in review every morning, which invariably
conduced to some little profit or other. In a greedy fashion Gundermann
deducted eighty francs from the amount claimed by some jobber to whom
he had given an order the day before, and who, it should be said, was
certainly robbing him. Then a dealer in curiosities arrived, bringing
an enamelled gold box of the last century, which had been considerably
restored, a trick which the banker immediately scented. Next came two
ladies, an old one with the beak of a night-bird, and a young one, a
very beautiful brunette; they wished to show him at their house a Louis
XV. _commode_, which he promptly refused to go and see. Then came a
jeweller with some rubies, a couple of inventors, some Englishmen,
Germans, and Italians, folks of both sexes and every language. And
meantime the procession of _remisiers_ went on just the same, between
the other visits, endless to all appearance, with an incessant
repetition of one and the same gesture--the mechanical presentation of
the list; while, as the hour for the opening of the Bourse approached,
the clerks crossed the room in greater numbers than ever, bringing
telegrams, or coming to ask for signatures.
But the tumult reached a climax when a little boy of five or six,
riding astride a stick, burst into the office, playing a trumpet and
followed by two other children--little girls, one three years old, and
the other eight--who besieged their grandfather's arm-chair, tugged at
his arms, and hung upon his neck; to all which he placidly submitted,
kissing them with all the Jewish passion for one's offspring--the
numerous progeny which yields strength, and which one defends.
Suddenly, however, he seemed to remember Saccard: 'Ah! my good friend,
you must excuse me; you see that I haven't a minute to myself. Come
now, explain your business to me.'
And he was beginning to listen to him, when an employee, who had
introduced a tall, fair gentleman, came to whisper a name in his
ear. He rose promptly, yet without haste, and went to confer with
the gentleman in question at another window, while one of his sons
continued receiving the _remisiers_ and _coulissiers_ in his stead.
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