The Mississippi Bubble: How the Star of Good Fortune Rose and Set and Rose Again, by a Woman's Grace, for One John Law of LauristonHough, Emerson
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The Mississippi Bubble: How the Star of Good Fortune Rose and Set and Rose Again, by a Woman's Grace, for One John Law of Lauriston
Hough, Emerson
Law, John, 1671-1729 -- Fiction
"Surely he did, and here I have it in memorandum, for I was to have
taken it up with yourself," replied the regent.
"So," exclaimed Law, a look of surprise passing over his countenance,
until now rigidly controlled, as he gazed at the little slip of paper.
"Your Grace advises me that there are issued at this time in the shares
of the Company no less than two billion, two hundred and thirty-five
million, eighty-five thousand, five hundred and ninety livres in notes!
Against this, as your Grace is good enough to agree with me, we have
thirteen hundred millions of specie. Your Grace, yourself and I have
seen some pretty games in our day. Look you, the merriest game of all
your life is now but just before you!"
"And you would go and leave me at this time?"
"Never in my life have I forsaken a friend at the time of distress,"
replied Law. "But your Grace absolved me when you forsook me, when you
doubted and hesitated regarding me, and believed the protestations of
those not so able as myself to judge of what was best. And now it is too
late. Will your Grace allow me to suggest that a place behind stout
gates and barred doors, deep within the interior of the Palais Royal,
will be the best residence for him to-night--perhaps for several nights
to come?"
"And yourself?"
"As for myself, it does not matter," replied Law, slowly and
deliberately. "I have lived, and I thought I had succeeded. Indeed,
success was mine for some short months, though now I must meet failure.
I have this to console me--that 'twas failure not of my own fault. As
for France, I loved her. As for America, I believe in her to-day, this
very hour. As for your Grace in person, I was your friend, nor was I
ever disloyal to you. But it sometimes doth seem that, no matter how
sincere be one in one's endeavors, no matter how cherished, no matter
how successful for a time may be his ambitions, there is ever some
little blight to eat the face of the full fruit of his happiness.
To-morrow I shall perhaps not be alive. It is very well. There is
nothing I could desire, and it is as well to-morrow as at any time."
"But surely, Monsieur L'as," interrupted the regent, with a trace of his
old generosity, "if there should be outbreak, as you fear, I shall, of
course, give you a guard. I shall indeed see you safe out of the city,
if you so prefer, though I had much liefer you would remain and try to
help us undo this coil, wherein I much misdoubt myself."
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