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СКАЧАТЬ long time, as I know. I am too much interested in you to do that, Dutertre," as he saw astonishment and anguish depicted in Dutertre's face, "but, indeed, let us suppose, — oh, it will not come to that, thank God, — but let us suppose that, in the constrained condition and trying crisis in which business is at present, I should say to you to-day, M. Dutertre, I shall need my money in a month, and I withdraw my credit from you."

      "Great God!" exclaimed Dutertre, terrified, staggered at the bare supposition of such a disaster, "I would go into bankruptcy! It would be my ruin, the loss of my business; I would be obliged, perhaps, to work with my own hands, if I could find employment, to support my infirm father, my wife, and my children."

      "Will you be silent, you wicked man, and not put such painful things before my eyes! You are going to spoil my whole day!" exclaimed M. Pascal, with irresistible good-nature, taking Dutertre's hands in his own. "Do you speak in this way, when I, like you, am making a festivity of this morning? Well, well, what is the matter? How pale you look, now!"

      "I beg your pardon, sir," said Dutertre, wiping the drops of cold sweat from his brow, "but at the very thought of such an unexpected blow which would strike all that I hold dearest in the world, my honour, my family, my labour — Ah, yes, monsieur, you are right, let us drive this thought far from us, it is too horrible."

      "Eh! my God, that is just what I was saying to you; do not let us make this charming day a sad one. So, to finish the matter," added M. Pascal, cheerfully, "let us hurry over business affairs, let us empty our bag, as the saying is. Give me this letter, and we will talk no more about it."

      Dutertre started, a frightful pain wrung his heart, and he replied:

      "Such persistence astonishes and distresses me, monsieur. I repeat to you it is absolutely impossible for me to do what you ask."

      "What a child you are! my persistent request proves to you how much importance I attach to this affair."

      "That may be, monsieur."

      "And why do I attach such importance to it, my brave Dutertre? It is because this matter interests you as well as myself."

      "What do you mean, monsieur?"

      "Eh! without doubt. My combination with the house of Durand failing, since your refusal would prevent my employing this knave Marcelange, as I desire (you do not wish to know my secrets, so I am forced to keep them), perhaps I should be compelled for certain reasons," added M. Pascal, pronouncing his words slowly, and looking at his victim with a sharp, cold eye, "I say, perhaps I should be compelled — and it would draw the blood from my heart — to demand the repayment of my capital, and withdraw my credit from you."

      "Oh, my God!" exclaimed Dutertre, clasping his hands and looking as pale as a ghost.

      "So you see, bad man, in what an atrocious position you put yourself. Force me to an action which, I repeat to you, would tear my soul — "

      "But, monsieur, a moment ago you assured me that — "

      "Zounds! my intention would be to let you keep this wretched capital as long as possible. You pay me the interest with remarkable punctuality, it was perfectly well placed, and, thanks to our terms of liquidation, you would have been free in ten years, and I should have made a good investment in doing you a service."

      "Really, monsieur," murmured Dutertre, overwhelmed, "such were your promises, if not written, at least verbal, and the generosity of your offer, the loyalty of your character, all gave me perfect confidence. God grant that I may not have to consider myself the most rash, the most stupid man, to have trusted your word!"

      "As to that, Dutertre, you can be at peace with yourself; at that period of commercial crisis, at least as terrible as it is to-day, you could not have found anywhere the capital that I offered you at such a moderate rate."

      "I know it, monsieur."

      "Then you can, and you must, indeed, by sheer force of necessity, accept the condition I put upon this loan."

      "But, monsieur," cried Dutertre, with inexpressible alarm, "I appeal to your honour! You have expressly promised me that — "

      "Eh, my God, yes, I promised you, saving the superior force of events; and unfortunately your refusal to give this poor little letter creates an event of stronger force which places me in the painful — the grievous necessity of asking you for repayment of my money."

      "But, monsieur, it is an unworthy action that you ask me to do, think of it."

      At this moment was heard the sweet ringing laughter of Sophie, who was approaching the parlour.

      "Ah, monsieur," said her husband, "not a word of this before my wife, because it may not be your final resolve. I hope that — "

      Charles Dutertre could not finish, because Sophie had entered the parlour.

      The unhappy man could only make a supplicating gesture to Pascal, who responded to it by a sign of sympathetic intelligence.

      CHAPTER VIII

      When Sophie Dutertre entered the parlour, where were seated her husband and M. Pascal, the gracious countenance of the young woman, more flushed than usual, the light throbbing of her bosom, and her moist eyes, all testified to a recent fit of hilarious laughter.

      "Ah, ah, Madame Dutertre!" said M. Pascal, cheerfully. "I heard you distinctly; you were laughing like a lunatic."

      Then, turning to Dutertre, who was trying to hide his intense distress and to hold on to a last hope, he said:

      "How gay happiness makes these young women! Nothing like the sight of them puts joy in the heart, does it, my brave Dutertre?"

      "I was laughing in spite of myself, I assure you, my dear M. Pascal," replied Sophie.

      "In spite of yourself?" answered our hero. "Why, does some sorrow — "

      "Sorrow? Oh, no, thank God! But I was more disposed to tenderness than gaiety. This dear Antonine, if you only knew her, Charles," added the young woman, with sweet emotion, addressing her husband. "I cannot tell you how she has moved me, what a pure, touching confession she has made to me, for the heart of the poor child was too full, and she could not go away without telling me all."

      And a tear of sympathy moistened Sophie's beautiful eyes.

      At the name of Antonine, M. Pascal, notwithstanding his great control over himself, started. His thoughts concerning this young girl, for a moment postponed, returned more ardent, more persistent than ever, and as Sophie was wiping her eyes he threw upon her a penetrating glance, trying to divine what he might hope from her, in reference to the plan he meditated.

      Sophie soon spoke, addressing her husband:

      "But, Charles, — I will relate it all to you, after awhile, — while I was absorbed in thinking of my interview with Antonine, my little Madeleine came to me, and said in her baby language such ridiculous things that I could not keep from bursting into laughter. But, pardon me, M. Pascal, your heart will understand and excuse, I know, all a mother's weakness."

      "Do you say that to me," replied Pascal, cordially, "a bachelor, — СКАЧАТЬ