French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Fiction
“You find yourself at this moment, vulgarly speaking, left in the lurch.
Your wants are many and your resources few.”
“At least--” protested Serge.
“Good! There you are refractory,” said the financier, laughingly, “and I
have not finished. The day after your marriage you formed your
household on a lavish footing; you gave splendid receptions; you bought
race-horses; in short, you went the pace like a great lord. Undoubtedly
it costs a lot of money to keep up such an establishment. As you spent
without counting the cost, you confounded the capital with the interest,
so that at this moment you are three parts ruined. I don’t think you
would care to change your mode of living, and it is too late in the day
to cut down expenses and exist on what remains? No. Well, to keep up
your present style you need at least a million francs every year.”
“You calculate like Cocker,” remarked Serge, smiling with some
constraint.
“That is my business,” answered Herzog. “There are two ways by which
you can obtain that million. The first is by making it up with your
mother-in-law, and consenting, for money, to live under her dominion. I
know her, she will agree to this.”
“But,” said Serge, “I refuse to submit.”
“In that case you must get out of your difficulties alone.”
“And how?” inquired the Prince, with astonishment.
Herzog looked at him seriously.
“By entering on the path which I am ready to open up to you,” replied
Herzog, “and in which I will guide you. By going in for business.”
Serge returned Herzog’s glance and tried to read his face, but found him
impenetrable.
“To go into business one needs experience, and I have none.”
“Mine will suffice,” retorted the financier.
“Or money,” continued the Prince, “and I have none, either.”
“I don’t ask money from you. I offer you some.”
“What, then, do I bring into the concern?”
“The prestige of your name, and your relations with Madame Desvarennes.”
The Prince answered, haughtily:
“My relations are personal, and I doubt whether they will serve you. My
mother-in-law is hostile, and will do nothing for me. As to my name, it
does not belong to me, it belongs to those who bore it nobly before me.”
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