civil and smooth-spoken of capitalists. Money will be
forthcoming if
he has any, or rather, if you can give him
adequate security.'
" 'Monsieur,' said he, 'it does not enter into my thoughts to force
you to do me a service, even though you have passed your word.'
" 'Sardanapalus!' said I to myself, 'am I going to let that fellow
imagine that I will not keep my word with him?'
" 'I had the honor of telling you
yesterday,' said he, 'that I had
fallen out with Daddy Gobseck most inopportunely; and as there is
scarcely another man in Paris who can come down on the nail with a
hundred thousand francs, at the end of the month, I begged of you to
make my peace with him. But let us say no more about it----'
"M. de Trailles looked at me with civil
insult in his expression, and
made as if he would take his leave.
" 'I am ready to go with you,' said I.
"When we reached the Rue de Gres, my dandy looked about him with a
circumspection and
uneasiness that set me wondering. His face grew
livid, flushed, and yellow, turn and turn about, and by the time that
Gobseck's door came in sight the perspiration stood in drops on his
forehead. We were just getting out of the cabriolet, when a hackney
cab turned into the street. My
companion's hawk eye detected a woman
in the depths of the
vehicle. His face lighted up with a gleam of
almost
savage joy; he called to a little boy who was passing, and gave
him his horse to hold. Then we went up to the old bill discounter.
" 'M. Gobseck,' said I, 'I have brought one of my most
intimatefriends to see you (whom I trust as I would trust the Devil,' I added
for the old man's private ear). 'To
oblige me you will do your best
for him (at the ordinary rate), and pull him out of his difficulty (if
it suits your convenience).'
"M. de Trailles made his bow to Gobseck, took a seat, and listened to
us with a courtier-like attitude; its
charminghumility would have
touched your heart to see, but my Gobseck sits in his chair by the
fireside without moving a
muscle, or changing a feature. He looked
very like the
statue of Voltaire under the peristyle of the Theatre-
Francais, as you see it of an evening; he had
partly risen as if to
bow, and the skull cap that covered the top of his head, and the
narrow strip of sallow
forehead exhibited, completed his
likeness to
the man of marble.
" 'I have no money to spare except for my own
clients,' said he.
" 'So you are cross because I may have tried in other quarters to ruin
myself?' laughed the Count.
" 'Ruin yourself!'
repeated Gobseck ironically.
" 'Were you about to remark that it is impossible to ruin a man who
has nothing?' inquired the dandy. 'Why, I defy you to find a better
STOCK in Paris!' he cried, swinging round on his heels.
"This half-earnest buffoonery produced not the slightest effect upon
Gobseck.
" 'Am I not on
intimate terms with the Ronquerolles, the Marsays, the
Franchessinis, the two Vandenesses, the Ajuda-Pintos,--all the most
fashionable young men in Paris, in short? A
prince and an ambassador
(you know them both) are my partners at play. I draw my revenues from
London and Carlsbad and Baden and Bath. Is not this the most
brilliantof all industries!'
" 'True.'
" 'You make a
sponge of me, begad! you do. You
encourage me to go and
swell myself out in society, so that you can
squeeze me when I am hard
up; but you yourselves are
sponges, just as I am, and death will give
you a
squeeze some day.'
" 'That is possible.'
" 'If there were no spendthrifts, what would become of you? The pair
of us are like soul and body.'
" 'Precisely so.'
" 'Come, now, give us your hand, Grandaddy Gobseck, and be magnanimous
if this is "true" and "possible" and "precisely so." '
" 'You come to me,' the usurer answered
coldly, 'because Girard,
Palma, Werbrust, and Gigonnet are full up of your paper; they are
offering it at a loss of fifty per cent; and as it is likely they only
gave you half the figure on the face of the bills, they are not worth
five-and-twenty per cent of their
supposed value. I am your most
obedient! Can I in common
decency lend a stiver to a man who owes
thirty thousand francs, and has not one farthing?' Gobseck continued.
'The day before
yesterday you lost ten thousand francs at a ball at
the Baron de Nucingen's.'
" 'Sir,' said the Count, with rare impudence, 'my affairs are no