Alexandre Timoleon Benedict Pamphile Richard, aged sixty-seven, born in Brie Comte Robert, but now residing at No. 17, Rue de Grenelle St.
Honore, a scrivener by profession. There is no mistake, you see, my young friend."
"Then as you know my family so well, you must also know that my poverty prevents me from contracting any such a loan."
"Your poverty!"
"Yes, monsieur."
"It is shameful, it is outrageous, to rear a young man under such a misapprehension of the real state of affairs," exclaimed the commandant, indignantly, "to compel him to spend the best years of his life in the stock, as it were, and to compel him to wear shabby clothes and woollen stockings and brogans. Fortunately, there is such a thing as Providence, and you now behold a humble instrument of Providence in the shape of Commandant de la Miraudiere."
"I a.s.sure you that all this is extremely tiresome, monsieur. If you cannot explain more clearly, we had better bring this interview to an immediate conclusion."
"Very well, then. You believe your father to be a very poor man, do you not?"
"I am not ashamed of the fact."
"Oh, credulous youth that you are! Listen and bless me ever afterward."
As he spoke, M. de la Miraudiere drew a large leather-bound book resembling a ledger toward him, and, after a moment"s search, read aloud as follows:
""Inventory of Personal Property of M. Alexandre Timoleon Benedict Pamphile Richard, from information secured by the Committee on Loans of the Bank of France, May 1, 18----.
""1st. Three thousand nine hundred and twenty shares of the Bank of France, market value, 924,300 fr.
""2d. Notes of the Mont de Piete, 875,250
""3d. On Deposit in the Bank of France, 259,130 _____________ ""Total, 2,058,680 fr."
"You see from these figures, my ingenuous young friend, that the known personal property of your honoured parent amounted, on the first of this month, to considerably over two million francs; but it is more than likely that, after the fashion of most misers who take a vast amount of pleasure in seeing and handling a part of their wealth, he has a large amount of money h.o.a.rded away in some convenient hiding-place. Even if this should not be the case, you see that the author of your being possesses more than two million francs, and as he spends barely twelve hundred francs out of an income of nearly one hundred thousand, you can form some idea of the amount of wealth you will enjoy some day, and you can no longer wonder at the offer I have just made you."
Louis was petrified with astonishment by this revelation. He could not utter a word, but merely gazed at the speaker with inexpressible amazement.
"You seem to be knocked all in a heap, my young friend. You act as if you were dazed."
"I really do not know what to think of all this," stammered Louis.
"Do as St. Thomas did, then. Touch these bank-notes and perhaps that will convince you. The capitalists who are backing me are not inclined to run any risk with their lucre, and they are willing to advance you this money at seven per cent., with a like commission for my services in addition. Interest and loan together will scarcely amount to one-half of your father"s yearly income, so you will still be piling up money, even if you should live as a gentleman ought to live, and spend fifty thousand francs a year. It will be impossible for you to get along on less than that, but you can at least wait with patience for the hour of your honoured parent"s demise, you understand. And, by the way, I have provided for every contingency, as you will see when I tell you about the little scheme I have invented, for of course your good father will be astonished at the change in your mode of living, so you are to invest in a lottery ticket--the prize, a magnificent five hundred louis diamond; price of tickets, ten francs each. The drawing takes place day after to-morrow; you will win the prize and sell it again for eight or nine thousand francs. This money you must allow a friend to invest for you in a wonderfully successful enterprise, which will yield three hundred per cent a year. Thanks to this stratagem, you can spend twenty-five or thirty thousand francs a year under your father"s very nose. Tell me, now, young man, haven"t you good cause to regard me in the light of a guardian angel, or a beneficent Providence? But what on earth is the matter with you? What is the meaning of this clouded brow, this solemn air, this gloomy silence, when I expected to see you half-delirious with joy, and fairly turning somersaults in your delight at being transformed from a clerk into a millionaire, in less than a quarter of an hour. Speak, young man, speak! Can it be that joy and astonishment have bereft him of reason?"
It is a fact that a revelation which would undoubtedly have filled any one else with the wildest joy had only aroused a feeling of painful resentment in Louis Richard"s breast. The deception his father had practised upon him wounded him deeply, but bitterer still was the thought that, but for Mariette"s cruel desertion, he might have shared this wealth with her some day, and changed the laborious, squalid life the young girl had always led into one of ease and luxury.
This reflection, reviving as it did such poignant regrets, dominated him so completely that, forgetting everything else, he drew out the visiting card the commandant had left for him, and demanded, abruptly:
"Will you tell me how it happens that Mlle. Moreau"s name and address are written in pencil on the back of this card?"
"What!" exclaimed the commandant, amazed at the question, especially at such a moment. "You wish to know--"
"How it happens that Mlle. Moreau"s address is on this card. When I ask a question, I expect to have it answered."
"The devil! My young friend, you are trying to carry things with a high hand, it strikes me."
"You are at perfect liberty to take offence at my manner, if you choose."
"Really, monsieur!" exclaimed the usurer, straightening himself up and twirling his black moustache quite ferociously. Then, with a sudden change of manner, he added: "Oh, nonsense! I have proved my valour beyond all question. An old soldier, with any number of wounds, I can afford to let many things pa.s.s; so I will merely say, my dear client, that that young girl"s name and address happen to be on the card because I wrote them there so I would not forget them."
"You know Mlle. Mariette, then?"
"I do."
"You are paying court to her, perhaps?"
"Rather."
"With hopes of success?"
"Decidedly."
"Very well, I forbid you ever to set foot in her house again."
"Ah, ha! so I have a rival," the usurer said to himself. "How funny! I understand the girl"s refusal now. I must get ahead of my client, though. He is young and unsophisticated,--that means he is jealous. He will be sure to fall into the trap, then I can oust him, for I"ve set my heart on the girl, and if I can"t get her this young fellow sha"n"t. I"m resolved upon that!"
After which, he added aloud:
"My dear friend, when I am forbidden to do anything, I consider it my bounden duty to do precisely what I am forbidden to do."
"We will see about that, monsieur."
"Listen, young man. I have fought fifty-seven duels, so I can easily dispense with fighting the fifty-eighth with you. I prefer, consequently, to try to induce you to listen to the voice of reason, if possible. Permit me, therefore, to ask you one question: You have just returned from a journey, I believe?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"You were absent several days, I think. May I ask if you have seen Mariette since your return?"
"No, monsieur, but--"
"Ah, well, my young friend, the same thing has happened to you that has happened to many other lovers. Mariette was not aware that you were the son of a millionaire; I presented myself in your absence, and offered her what has never yet failed to turn the head of a half-starved grisette. Her G.o.dmother, who was also dying of hunger, craved the fleshpots of Egypt, naturally,--and, well, "_les absents ont toujours tort_," you know. Ha, ha, you understand!"
"My G.o.d!" groaned Louis, his anger giving place to profound despair. "My G.o.d! it is true, then."
"If I had known that I was interfering with a prospective client, I would have abstained, I a.s.sure you. Now it is too late. Besides, there are as good fish in the sea--You know the proverb. Come, my young friend, don"t take it so much to heart. The girl was entirely too young for you. She needs training. You will find plenty of charming women already trained and thoroughly trained. I can particularly recommend a certain Madame----"
"Wretch!" exclaimed Louis, seizing the man of affairs by the collar, "wretch!--"
"Monsieur, you shall answer for this!" exclaimed the commandant, trying to wrench himself from his rival"s iron grasp.
Just then the door opened suddenly, and, at the sound of a loud laugh, both men turned simultaneously.
"Saint-Herem!" exclaimed Louis, recognising his old schoolmate.
"You here!" exclaimed Florestan de Saint-Herem, while the usurer, adjusting the collar of his dressing-gown, muttered savagely under his breath: