The French Immortals Series — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 5,292 pages of information about The French Immortals Series — Complete.

The French Immortals Series — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 5,292 pages of information about The French Immortals Series — Complete.

“You have lent my son-in-law money, Cayrol?”

And as the banker remained silent, still looking at the secretary, Madame added: 

“Does the presence of Marechal make you hesitate in answering me?  Speak before him; I have told you more than a hundred times that he knows my business as well as I do.”

“I have, indeed, advanced some money to the Prince,” replied Cayrol.

“How much?” inquired Madame Desvarennes.

“I don’t remember the exact amount.  I was happy to oblige your son-in-law.”

“You were wrong, and have acted unwisely in not acquainting me of the fact.  It is thus that his follies have been encouraged by obliging friends.  At all events, I ask you now not to lend him any more.”

Cayrol seemed put out, and, with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders up, replied: 

“This is a delicate matter which you ask of me.  You will cause a quarrel between the Prince and myself—­”

“Do you prefer quarreling with me?” asked the mistress.

“Zounds!  No!” replied the banker.  “But you place me in an embarrassing position!  I have just promised to lend Serge a considerable sum to-night.”

“Well! you will not give it to him.”

“That is an act which he will scarcely forgive,” sighed Cayrol.

Madame Desvarennes placed her hand on the shoulder of the banker, and looking seriously at him, said: 

“You would not have forgiven me if I had allowed you to render him this service.”

A vague uneasiness filled Cayrol’s heart, a shadow seemed to pass before his eyes, and in a troubled voice he said to the mistress: 

“Why so?”

“Because he would have repaid you badly.”

Cayrol thought the mistress was alluding to the money he had already lent, and his fears vanished.  Madame Desvarennes would surely repay it.

“So you are cutting off his resources?” he asked.

“Completely,” answered the mistress.  “He takes too much liberty, that young gentleman.  He was wrong to forget that I hold the purse-strings.  I don’t mind paying, but I want a little deference shown me for my money.  Good-by!  Cayrol, remember my instructions.”

And, shaking hands with the banker, Madame Desvarennes entered her own office, leaving the two men together.

There was a moment’s pause:  Cayrol was the first to break the silence.

“What do you think of the Prince’s position?”

“His financial position?” asked Marechal.

“Oh, no!  I know all about that!  I mean his relation to Madame Desvarennes.”

“Zounds!  If we were in Venice in the days of the Aqua-Toffana, the sbirri and the bravi—­”

“What rubbish!” interrupted Cayrol, shrugging his shoulders.

“Let me continue,” said the secretary, “and you can shrug your shoulders afterward if you like.  If we had been in Venice, knowing Madame Desvarennes as I do, it would not have been surprising to me to have had Master Serge found at the bottom of the canal some fine morning.”

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