The Parisians — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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The Parisians — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century; Paris (France) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“I am accustomed to dwell on heights, Monsieur Louvier; the castle of
Rochebriant is not on a level with the town.” An angry gleam shot
out from the eyes of the millionaire, but there was no other sign of
displeasure in his answer. “Bien dit, mon cher; how you remind me of
your father! Now, give me leave to speak on affairs. I have seen your
cousin Enguerrand de Vandemar. Homme de moyens, though joli garcon.
He proposed that you should call on me. I said ‘no’ to the cher petit
Enguerrand,--a visit from me was due to you. To cut matters short, M.
Gandrin has allowed me to look into your papers. I was disposed to
serve you from the first; I am still more disposed to serve you now.
I undertake to pay off all your other mortgages, and become sole
mortgagee, and on terms that I have jotted down on this paper, and which
I hope will content you.”
He placed a paper in Alain’s hand, and took out a box, from which
he extracted a jujube, placed it in his mouth, folded his hands, and
reclined back in his chair, with his eyes half closed, as if exhausted
alike by his ascent and his generosity.
In effect, the terms were unexpectedly liberal. The reduced interest on
the mortgages would leave the Marquis an income of L1,000 a year instead
of L400. Louvier proposed to take on himself the legal cost of transfer,
and to pay to the Marquis 25,000 francs, on the completion of the deed,
as a bonus. The mortgage did not exempt the building-land, as Hebert
desired. In all else it was singularly advantageous, and Alain could
but feel a thrill of grateful delight at an offer by which his stinted
income was raised to comparative affluence.
“Well, Marquis,” said Louvier, “what does the castle say to the town?”
“Monsieur Louvier,” answered Alain, extending his hand with cordial
eagerness, “accept my sincere apologies for the indiscretion of my
metaphor. Poverty is proverbially sensitive to jests on it. I owe it to
you if I cannot hereafter make that excuse for any words of mine that
may displease you. The terms you propose are most liberal, and I close
with them at once.”
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