French fiction -- Translations into English; Philosophical anthropology -- Fiction
“You shall only pay me five per cent interest,” went on the lawyer,
“and refund the money whenever it is convenient to do so; I will take a
mortgage on your property. And don’t be uneasy; you shall only have the
outlay on your improvements to pay; I will find you trustworthy farmers,
and do all your business gratuitously, so as to help you like a good
relation.”
Emmanuel made Marguerite a sign to refuse the offer, but she was too
much occupied in studying the changes of her sister’s face to perceive
it. After a slight pause, she looked at the notary with an amused smile,
and answered of her own accord, to the great joy of Monsieur de Solis:--
“You are indeed a good relation,--I expected nothing less of you; but an
interest of five per cent would delay our release too long. I shall wait
till my brother is of age, and then we will sell out what he has in the
Funds.”
Pierquin bit his lip. Emmanuel smiled quietly.
“Felicie, my dear child, take Jean back to school; Martha will go with
you,” said Marguerite to her sister. “Jean, my angel, be a good boy;
don’t tear your clothes, for we shall not be rich enough to buy you as
many new ones as we did. Good-bye, little one; study hard.”
Felicie carried off her brother.
“Cousin,” said Marguerite to Pierquin, “and you, monsieur,” she said
to Monsieur de Solis, “I know you have been to see my father during my
absence, and I thank you for that proof of friendship. You will not do
less I am sure for two poor girls who will be in need of counsel. Let us
understand each other. When I am at home I shall receive you both with
the greatest of pleasure, but when Felicie is here alone with Josette
and Martha, I need not tell you that she ought to see no one, not even
an old friend or the most devoted of relatives. Under the circumstances
in which we are placed, our conduct must be irreproachable. We are vowed
to toil and solitude for a long, long time.”
There was silence for some minutes. Emmanuel, absorbed in contemplation
of Marguerite’s head, seemed dumb. Pierquin did not know what to say. He
took leave of his cousin with feelings of rage against himself; for
he suddenly perceived that Marguerite loved Emmanuel, and that he,
Pierquin, had just behaved like a fool.
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