" 'There are ten of us in Paris, silent, unknown kings, the arbiters
of your destinies. What is life but a machine set in
motion by money?
Know this for certain--methods are always confounded with results; you
will never succeed in separating the soul from the senses, spirit from
matter. Gold is the
spiritual basis of existing society.--The ten of
us are bound by the ties of common interest; we meet on certain days
of the week at the Cafe Themis near the Pont Neuf, and there, in
conclave, we reveal the mysteries of
finance. No fortune can deceive
us; we are in possession of family secrets in all directions. We keep
a kind of Black Book, in which we note the most important bills
issued, drafts on public credit, or on banks, or given and taken in
the course of business. We are the Casuists of the Paris Bourse, a
kind of Inquisition weighing and analyzing the most insignificant
actions of every man of any fortune, and our forecasts are infallible.
One of us looks out over the
judicial world, one over the financial,
another surveys the
administrative, and yet another the business
world. I myself keep an eye on
eldest sons, artists, people in the
great world, and gamblers--on the most
sensational side of Paris.
Every one who comes to us lets us into his neighbor's secrets.
Thwarted
passion and mortified
vanity are great babblers. Vice and
disappointment and vindictiveness are the best of all detectives. My
colleagues, like myself, have enjoyed all things, are sated with all
things, and have reached the point when power and money are loved for
their own sake.
" 'Here,' he said, indicating his bare,
chilly room, 'here the most
high-mettled
gallant, who chafes at a word and draws swords for a
syllable
elsewhere will
entreat with clasped hands. There is no city
merchant so proud, no woman so vain of her beauty, no soldier of so
bold a spirit, but that they
entreat me here, one and all, with tears
of rage or
anguish in their eyes. Here they kneel--the famous artist,
and the man of letters, whose name will go down to
posterity. Here, in
short' (he lifted his hand to his
forehead), 'all the inheritances and
all the concerns of all Paris are weighed in the balance. Are you
still of the opinion that there are no delights behind the blank mask
which so often has amazed you by its impassiveness?' he asked,
stretching out that livid face which reeked of money.
"I went back to my room, feeling stupefied. The little, wizened old
man had grown great. He had been metamorphosed under my eyes into a
strange
visionary
symbol; he had come to be the power of gold
personified. I
shrank, shuddering, from life and my kind.
" 'Is it really so?' I thought; 'must everything be
resolved into
gold?'
"I remember that it was long before I slept that night. I saw heaps of
gold all about me. My thoughts were full of the lovely Countess; I
confess, to my shame, that the
vision completely eclipsed another
quiet,
innocent figure, the figure of the woman who had entered upon a
life of toil and
obscurity; but on the
morrow, through the clouds of
slumber, Fanny's sweet face rose before me in all its beauty, and I
thought of nothing else."
"Will you take a glass of eau sucree?" asked the Vicomtesse,
interrupting Derville.
"I should be glad of it."
"But I can see nothing in this that can touch our concerns," said Mme.
de Grandlieu, as she rang the bell.
"Sardanapalus!" cried Derville, flinging out his favorite invocation.
"Mademoiselle Camille will be wide awake in a moment if I say that her
happiness depended not so long ago upon Daddy Gobseck; but as the old
gentleman died at the age of ninety, M. de Restaud will soon be in
possession of a handsome fortune. This requires some
explanation. As
for poor Fanny Malvaut, you know her; she is my wife."
"Poor fellow, he would admit that, with his usual
frankness, with a
score of people to hear him!" said the Vicomtesse.
"I would
proclaim it to the universe," said the
attorney.
"Go on, drink your glass, my poor Derville. You will never be anything
but the happiest and the best of men."
"I left you in the Rue du Helder," remarked the uncle, raising his
face after a gentle doze. "You had gone to see a Countess; what have
you done with her?"
"A few days after my conversation with the old Dutchman," Derville
continued, "I sent in my thesis, and became first a licentiate in law,
and afterwards an
advocate. The old miser's opinion of me went up
considerably. He consulted me (gratuitously) on all the ticklish bits
of business which he
undertook when he had made quite sure how he
stood, business which would have seemed unsafe to any ordinary
practitioner. This man, over whom no one appeared to have the
slightest influence, listened to my advice with something like
respect. It is true that he always found that it turned out very well.
"At length I became head-clerk in the office where I had worked for
three years and then I left the Rue des Gres for rooms in my
employer's house. I had my board and
lodging and a hundred and fifty
francs per month. It was a great day for me!
"When I went to bid the usurer good-bye, he showed no sign of feeling,
he was neither
cordial nor sorry to lose me, he did not ask me to come
to see him, and only gave me one of those glances which seemed in some
sort to reveal a power of second-sight.
"By the end of a week my old neighbor came to see me with a tolerably
thorny bit of business, an expropriation, and he continued to ask for
my advice with as much freedom as if he paid for it.
"My
principal was a man of pleasure and
expensive tastes; before the
second year (1818-1819) was out he had got himself into difficulties,
and was obliged to sell his practice. A
professionalconnection in
those days did not fetch the present exorbitant prices, and my
principal asked a hundred and fifty thousand francs. Now an active
man, of
competent knowledge and
intelligence, might hope to pay off
the capital in ten years, paying interest and living respectably in
the meantime--if he could command confidence. But I as the seventh
child of a small
tradesman at Noyon, I had not a sou to my name, nor
personal knowledge of any
capitalist but Daddy Gobseck. An ambitious
idea, and an indefinable
glimmer of hope, put heart into me. To
Gobseck I betook myself, and slowly one evening I made my way to the
Rue des Gres. My heart thumped heavily as I knocked at his door in the
gloomy house. I recollected all the things that he used to tell me, at
a time when I myself was very far from suspecting the
violence of the
anguish awaiting those who crossed his
threshold. Now it was I who was
about to beg and pray like so many others.
" 'Well, no, not THAT,' I said to myself; 'an honest man must keep his
self-respect
wherever he goes. Success is not worth cringing for; let
us show him a front as
decided as his own.'
"Daddy Gobseck had taken my room since I left the house, so as to have
no neighbor; he had made a little grated window too in his door since
then, and did not open until he had taken a look at me and saw who I
was.
" 'Well,' said he, in his thin, flute notes, 'so your
principal is
selling his practice?'
" 'How did you know that?' said I; 'he has not
spoken of it as yet
except to me.'
"The old man's lips were drawn in puckers, like a curtain, to either
corner of his mouth, as a soundless smile bore a hard glance company.
" 'Nothing else would have brought you here,' he said drily, after a
pause, which I spent in confusion.
" 'Listen to me, M. Gobseck,' I began, with such serenity as I could
assume before the old man, who gazed at me with steady eyes. There was
a clear light burning in them that disconcerted me.
"He made a
gesture as if to bid me 'Go on.' 'I know that it is not
easy to work on your feelings, so I will not waste my
eloquence on the
attempt to put my position before you--I am a penniless clerk, with no
one to look to but you, and no heart in the world but yours can form a
clear idea of my
probable future. Let us leave hearts out of the
question. Business is business, and business is not carried on with
sentimentality like romances. Now to the facts. My
principal's
practice is worth in his hands about twenty thousand francs per annum;
in my hands, I think it would bring in forty thousand. He is willing
to sell it for a hundred and fifty thousand francs. And HERE,' I said,
striking my
forehead, 'I feel that if you would lend me the purchase-
money, I could clear it off in ten years' time.'
" 'Come, that is plain speaking,' said Daddy Gobseck, and he held out
his hand and grasped mine. 'Nobody since I have been in business has
stated the motives of his visit more clearly. Guarantees?' asked he,
scanning me from head to foot. 'None to give,' he added after a pause,
'How old are you?'
" 'Twenty-five in ten days' time,' said I, 'or I could not open the
matter.'
" 'Precisely.'
" 'Well?'
" 'It is possible.'
" 'My word, we must be quick about it, or I shall have some one buying
over my head.'
" 'Bring your
certificate of birth round to-
morrow morning, and we
will talk. I will think it over.'
" 'Next morning, at eight o'clock, I stood in the old man's room. He
took the
document, put on his spectacles, coughed, spat, wrapped
himself up in his black greatcoat, and read the whole
certificatethrough from
beginning to end. Then he turned it over and over, looked
at me, coughed again, fidgeted about in his chair, and said, 'We will
try to arrange this bit of business.'
"I trembled.
" 'I make fifty per cent on my capital,' he continued, 'sometimes I
make a hundred, two hundred, five hundred per cent.'
"I turned pale at the words.
" 'But as we are acquaintances, I shall be satisfied to take twelve
and a half per cent per--(he hesitated)--'well, yes, from you I would
be content to take thirteen per cent per annum. Will that suit you?'
" 'Yes,' I answered.
" 'But if it is too much, stick up for yourself, Grotius!' (a name he
jokingly gave me). 'When I ask you for thirteen per cent, it is all in
the way of business; look into it, see if you can pay it; I don't like
a man to agree too easily. Is it too much?'
" 'No,' said I, 'I will make up for it by
working a little harder.'
" 'Gad! your clients will pay for it!' said he, looking at me wickedly
out of the corner of his eyes.
" 'No, by all the devils in hell!' cried I, 'it shall be I who will
pay. I would sooner cut my hand off than flay people.'
" 'Good-night,' said Daddy Gobseck.
" 'Why, fees are all according to scale,' I added.
" 'Not for compromises and settlements out of Court, and cases where
litigants come to terms,' said he. 'You can send in a bill for
thousands of francs, six thousand even at a swoop (it depends on the
importance of the case), for conferences with So-and-so, and expenses,
and drafts, and memorials, and your jargon. A man must learn to look
out for business of this kind. I will
recommend you as a most
competent, clever
attorney. I will send you such a lot of work of this
sort that your colleagues will be fit to burst with envy. Werbrust,
Palma, and Gigonnet, my cronies, shall hand over their expropriations
to you; they have plenty of them, the Lord knows! So you will have two
practices--the one you are buying, and the other I will build up for
you. You ought almost to pay me fifteen per cent on my loan.'
" 'So be it, but no more,' said I, with the
firmness which means that
a man is determined not to
concede another point.
"Daddy Gobseck's face relaxed; he looked pleased with me.
" 'I shall pay the money over to your
principal myself,' said he, 'so
as to establish a lien on the purchase and caution-money.'
" 'Oh, anything you like in the way of guarantees.'
" 'And besides that, you will give me bills for the
amount made
payable to a third party (name left blank), fifteen bills of ten
thousand francs each.'
" 'Well, so long as it is acknowledged in
writing that this is a
double----'
" 'No!' Gobseck broke in upon me. 'No! Why should I trust you any more
than you trust me?'
"I kept silence.
" 'And furthermore,' he continued, with a sort of good humor, 'you