THE COMPLETE WORKS OF ÉMILE ZOLA. Эмиль Золя
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Название: THE COMPLETE WORKS OF ÉMILE ZOLA
Автор: Эмиль Золя
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788027233410
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He spoke in a calm and simple tone of voice. Marius was frightened at the responsibility of such a position; but he felt so sure of his uprightness that he did not hesitate to accept.
“I am at your commands,” he said to Douglas. “You must guide and advise me. I know I shall have nothing to fear in obeying you in everything.”
“So as not to overwhelm you at the outset,” resumed the notary rising, “I will only entrust you with two powers of attorney to begin with.”
He took some papers and returned to his table, where he read out the two documents after having filled in Marius’ name. The powers conferred were practically unlimited: the right to sell and buy, mortgage, and bring or defend actions. When the notary had finished reading he added:
“I must now give you some information respecting the persons you are to represent.” He handed Marius one of the documents, and went on: “This, to begin with, is the authorization of my friend and client, M. Authier, of Lambesc. He is just now at Cherbourg, and will be shortly starting for New York, to take possession of a large fortune that has been left him. He purchased at Marseille, before his departure, a building in the Rue de Rome. You will administer the property during his absence. I am expecting to receive his instructions tomorrow, and I will inform you of them.”
He then took up the other document, and continued:
“And this is the authorization of M. Mouttet, a retired merchant at Toulon, who entrusted me with the capital necessary for taking a mortgage on a country house in the Saint Just district. He has just remitted a further sum which he wishes to have invested in the same way; but as he is a great sufferer from gout, he has asked me to find someone who, acting under his power of attorney, would give the necessary signatures in his stead. Come back tomorrow, and we can then arrange finally about the two matters.”
Douglas rose as a hint that the interview was at an end. At the door, he shook Marius’ hand with rough and cordial familiarity.
The young man withdrew, rather stunned by the rapidity of what had taken place. He was surprised at the facility with which the notary had entrusted him with such important matters, and felt ill at ease as he thought of the heavy responsibility about to weigh upon him.
CHAPTER VI
MARIUS SEEKS UNSUCCESSFULLY FOR A HOUSE AND A MAN
MARIUS called on Douglas the next day to receive his final instructions.
“Come, you’re punctual,” said the notary smiling. “You’ll see, we shall do plenty of business together. I intend to make you rich. Sit down, I’ll attend to you in a minute.”
Douglas was lunching at the corner of his table. He was eating stale bread with a few nuts, and drinking plain water. This frugality impressed Marius and removed the uneasiness he had hitherto felt. Such a sober man could not lead him into shady transactions; his was undoubtedly a heart in the right place, an upright soul, a sincere and pious mind devoted to its duty like a priest devotes himself to God.
“Now let’s talk,” said the notary, when he had finished his repast. “I have received a letter from M. Authier who wishes to raise money on his house, as he requires funds for his journey. Here’s his letter.”
Marius took the paper that Douglas held out to him. As he appeared to be looking for the post-office stamps, the notary said hastily:
“The letter was enclosed in a large envelope which contained several other documents.”
The young man coloured up, fearing he had wounded his new employer’s feelings. He read M. Authier’s letter which indeed asked to have money raised on the house in the Rue de Rome. He instructed Douglas to make use of the power of attorney and to remit him the money at the earliest possible moment. When Marius had finished reading the letter, the notary resumed:
“This request for a loan comes at the right moment, for M. Mouttet has again been asking me to find him a safe and advantageous investment. As you are now the authorized representative of both my clients, the lender, and the borrower, you will be able to satisfy them both at once. You have simply to give me your signature, and I will transmit to M. Authier the cash that M. Mouttet sent me for investment.”
Marius thought Douglas was settling matters rather quickly. He would have liked to have seen the building, and to have exchanged at least a letter or two with the persons he was to represent. He did not doubt the notary’s good faith, but he was unable to get rid of some vague and inexplicable fear. His uneasiness of the day before was returning; it seemed to him that he was descending into some black hole, and Douglas’ smiles and soft voice troubled him strangely. He could not define the peculiar sensation that was creeping over him, he felt a need of reaction. The notary was already sorting out the documents which he required Marius to sign.
“Ah! the deuce!” said he, stopping suddenly, “there’s one paper wanting. I must send a clerk to the mortgage office for it.” Douglas seemed very much put out.
Marius, as though urged on by some instinct, and obeying the feeling of uneasiness which had taken possession of him, rose hastily.
“I cannot wait,” he said, “I ought already to be at M. Martelly’s. Put off the signing of the documents, please, until Monday, the day after tomorrow.”
“Very well!” said the notary, after a moment’s hesitation. “I would rather have finished the matter today. You know in what a hurry M. Authier is. However, come on Monday.”
Marius breathed more freely when he found himself in the street. He thought he had been childish and felt ashamed of the vague suspicions he had entertained. He had almost run off under the spell of some indefinable feeling, and he shrugged his shoulders after the manner of a person who had been frightened of his shadow. He was glad, however, to have two days during which he could think matters over, and account for his repugnance and overcome it.
During the afternoon, he received a visit at M. Martelly’s office which delighted him. M. de Girousse, who was killing time by visiting all the towns of the department, called upon him. He had just reached Marseille, and was leaving the same evening.
“Ah! my dear friend,” said he to the clerk, “how lucky you are to be poor and to have to work for your living! You’ve no idea how bored I feel. If I could, I would change places with your brother: I think I should enjoy myself more in prison.”
Marius smiled at the old count’s strange ideas, whilst the latter continued:
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