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egress: “Hurry on! hurry on!”
The entire audience, in a short time, had emerged into the park. Saint Landri alone, in a state of exasperation continued beating time in front of his distracted orchestra. Meanwhile, fiery suns succeeded Roman candles in the midst of detonations.
Suddenly, a formidable voice sent forth thrice this wild exclamation: “Stop, in God’s name! Stop, in God’s name! Stop, in God’s name!”
And, as an immense Bengal fire next illuminated the mountain and lighted up in red to the right and blue to the left, the enormous rocks and trees, Petrus Martel could be seen standing on one of the vases of imitation marble that decorated the terrace of the Casino, bareheaded, with his arms in the air, gesticulating and howling.
Then, the great illumination being extinguished, nothing could be seen any longer save the real stars. But immediately another rocket shot up, and Petrus Martel, jumping on the ground, exclaimed: “What a disaster! what a disaster! My God, what a disaster!”
And he passed through the crowd with tragic gestures, with blows of his fist in the empty air, furious stampings of his feet, always repeating: “What a disaster! My God, what a disaster!”
Christiane had taken Paul’s arm to get a seat in the open air, and kept looking with delight at the rockets which ascended into the sky.
Her brother came up to her suddenly, and said: “Hey, is it a success? Do you think it is funny?” She murmured: “What, it is you?”
“Why, yes, it is I. Is it good, hey?”
She began to laugh, finding it really amusing. But Andermatt arrived in a state of great mental distress. He did not understand how such a blow could have come. The rocket had been stolen from the bar to give the signal agreed upon. Such an infamy could only have been perpetrated by some emissary of the old Company, some agent of Doctor Bonnefille!
And he repeated: “Tis maddening, positively maddening. Here are fireworks worth two thousand three hundred francs destroyed, entirely destroyed!” Gontran replied: “No, my dear fellow, on a proper calculation, the loss does not mount up to more than a quarter; let us put it at a third, if you like; say seven hundred and sixty-six francs. Your guests will, therefore, have enjoyed fifteen hundred and thirty-four francs’ worth of rockets. This truly is not bad.”
The banker’s anger turned against his brother-in-law. He caught him roughly by the arm: “Gontran, I want to talk seriously to you. Since I have a hold of you, let us take a turn in the walks. Besides, I have five minutes to spare.”
Then, turning toward Christiane: “I place you in charge of our friend Bretigny, my dear; but don’t remain a long time out — take care of yourself. You might catch cold, you know. Be careful! careful!”
She murmured: “Never fear, dear.”
So Andermatt carried off Gontran. When they were alone, at a little distance from the crowd, the banker stopped: “My dear fellow, ’tis about your financial position that I want to talk.”
“About my financial position?”
“Yes, you know it well, your financial position.”
“No. But you ought to know it for me, since you lent money to me.”
“Well, yes, I do know it, and ’tis for that reason I want to talk to you.”
“It seems to me, to say the least of it, that the moment is ill chosen — in the midst of a display of fireworks!”
“The moment, on the contrary, is very well chosen. I am not talking to you in the midst of a display of fireworks, but before a ball.”
“Before a ball? I don’t understand.”
“Well, you are going to understand. Here is your position: you have nothing except debts; and you’ll never have anything but debts.”
Gontran gravely replied: “You tell me that a little bluntly.”
“Yes, because it is necessary. Listen to me! You have eaten up the share which came to you as a fortune from your mother. Let us say no more about that.”
“Let us say no more about it.”
“As for your father, he possesses a yearly income of thirty thousand francs, say, a capital of about eight hundred thousand francs. Your share, later on, will, therefore, be four hundred thousand francs. Now you owe me — me, personally — one hundred and ninety thousand francs. You owe money besides to usurers.”
Gontran muttered in a haughty tone: “Say, to Jews.”
“Be it so, to Jews, although among the number there is a churchwarden from Saint Sulpice who made use of a priest as an intermediary between himself and you — but I will not cavil about such trifles. You owe, then, to various usurers, Israelites or Catholics, nearly as much. Let us put it at a hundred and fifty thousand at the lowest estimate. This makes a total of three hundred and forty thousand francs, on which you are paying interest, always borrowing, except with regard to mine, which you do not pay.”
“That’s right,” said Gontran.
“So then, you have nothing more left.”
“Nothing, indeed — except my brother-in-law.”
“Except your brother-in-law, who has had enough of lending money to you.”
“What then?”
“What then, my dear fellow? The poorest peasant living in one of these huts is richer than you.”
“Exactly — and next?”
“Next — next — ? If your father were to die tomorrow, you would no longer have any resource to get bread — to get bread, mind you — except to take a post as a clerk in my house. And this again would only be a means of disguising the pension which I should be allowing you.”
Gontran, in a tone of irritation, said: “My dear William, these things bore me. I know them, besides, just as well as you do, and, I repeat, the moment is ill chosen to remind me about them — with — with so little diplomacy.”
“Allow me, let me finish. You can only extricate yourself from it by a marriage. Now, you are a wretched match, in spite of your name, which sounds well without being illustrious. In short, it is not one of those which an heiress, even a Jewish one, buys with a fortune. Therefore, we must find you a wife acceptable and rich — which is not very easy— “Gontran interrupted him: “Give her name at once —— that is the best way.”
“Be it so — one of Père Oriol’s daughters, whichever you prefer. And this is why I wanted to talk to you before the ball.”
“And now explain yourself at greate” length,” returned Gontran, coldly.
“It is very simple. You see the success I have obtained at the start with this station. Now if I had in my hands, or rather if we had in our hands all the land which this cunning peasant has kept for himself, I could turn it into gold. To speak only of the vineyards which lie between the establishment and the hotel and between the hotel and the Casino, I would pay a million francs for them tomorrow — I, Andermatt. Now, these vineyards and others all round the knoll will be the dowries of these girls. The father told me so again a short time since, not without an object, perhaps. Well, if you were willing, we could do a big stroke of business there, the two of us.”
Gontran muttered, with a thoughtful air: “’Tis possible. I’ll think over it.”
“Do think over it, my dear boy, and don’t forget that I never speak of things that are not very sure, or without having given matters every consideration, and realized all the possible consequences and all the decided advantages.”
But Gontran, lifting up his arm, as if he had suddenly forgotten all that his brother-in-law had been saying to him: “Look! How beautiful that is!”
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