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Now and then an officer or director passed the guarded portals. D.O. Mills was one of these, his stern, ascetic face more severe than usual. Francisco Stanley pushed his way up to the carriage as it started. "Will the bank reopen, Mr. Mills?" he asked, walking along beside the moving vehicle. The financier's eyes glared from the inner shadows. "Yes, yes. Certainly," he snapped.
West? It skins the world," the big cattleman ran on easily. The financier's eye took in the girl sitting beside the chauffeur in the front seat, and he nodded assent. Melissy Lee bloomed. She was vivid as a wild poppy on the hillsides past which they went flashing. But she had, too, a daintiness, a delicacy of coloring and contour, that suggested the fruit named by her father.
He was asleep in a chair on the porch of his villa when Mr. Scobell paid his call, and it was not until the financier's secretary, who attended the seance in the capacity of interpreter, had rocked him vigorously from side to side for quite a minute that he displayed any signs of animation beyond a snore like the growling of distant thunder.
One of these Lookers-on completed the party at the house of Duplessis. How lively, how animated the talk was at the financier's pleasant table that day, the 8th of July! The excitement of the coming war made itself loud in every Gallic voice, and kindled in every Gallic eye.
Alain turned his head aside to conceal his emotion, and then, with the quick affectionate impulse of the genuine French nature, threw himself on the financier's breast and kissed him on both cheeks. "You save me! you save the home and the tombs of my ancestors!
The little financier's eyes danced with pleasure and his delicate hand trembled as he extended it to the great one. The king gave him a pleasant nod and grasped Stuart's hand with a hearty cordial grip. He was a man of few words, but he always said exactly what he thought. "I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Stuart. You've done us a good turn in sending some of our crooks to the penitentiary.
The news that the Miss Green whom she had grown to love, was really the Miss Rossmore of whose relations with Jefferson her husband stood in such dread, was far from affecting the financier's wife as it had Ryder himself.
In Paris there are several kinds of women: the duchess and the financier's wife, the ambassadress and the consul's wife, the wife of the minister who is a minister, and of him who is no longer a minister; then there is the lady quite the lady of the right bank of the Seine and of the left. But in the country there is but one kind of woman, and she, poor thing, is the provincial woman.
Mayenne, Lorraine, Guise, Nemours, Mercoeur, Montpensier, Joyeuse, Epernon, Brissac, D'Arlincourt, Balagny, Rochefort, Villeroy, Villars, Montespan, Leviston, Beauvillars, and countless others, figured in the great financier's terrible account-book, from Mayenne, set down at the cool amount of three and a half millions, to Beauvoir or Beauvillars at the more modest price of a hundred and sixty thousand livres.
He could not, therefore, resist the Regent; and having no support from M. le Duc, superintendent of the King's education and a great protector of Law and of confusion, he gave in, and the financier's son was named for the ballet. It is impossible to express the public revolt excited by this bagatelle, at which every one was offended.
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