Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 24, 2025
None of the roses you distil can be compared with her; and perhaps it is because you have distilled roses that " "Faith!" said Roguin, interrupting him, "I am very hungry." "Let us go to dinner," said Birotteau. "We shall dine before a notary," said Claparon, catching himself up. "You do a great deal of business?" said Pillerault, seating himself intentionally next to Claparon.
Cesar, who once walked the streets of Paris with his head high and his eye beaming with confidence, now, unstrung by perplexity, shrank from meeting Claparon; he began to realize that a banker's heart is mere viscera. Claparon had seemed to him so brutal in his coarse jollity, and he had felt the man's vulgarity so keenly, that he shuddered at the necessity of accosting him.
"I tell you this," said Claparon angrily, "that I am just the man to lend you a slap in the face. When a man is in trouble, it is no time to play silly jokes on him." "I am talking seriously," said Castanier, and he drew a bundle of notes from his pocket. "In the first place," said Claparon, "I am not going to sell my soul to the Devil for a trifle.
"But you have been a judge, and you are a clever merchant; you know very well that we should look ahead and foresee everything; you can't be surprised that I should attend to my business properly." "Monsieur Claparon is right," said Joseph Lebas. "I am right," said Claparon, "right commercially. But this is an affair of landed property. Now, what must I have? Money, to pay the sellers.
I don't wish to be liable to pay three times." "Three times!" said Cesar. "Yes, monsieur," said Claparon, "I have already guaranteed Birotteau to the sellers, why should I guarantee him again to the bankers? The circumstances in which we are placed are very hard.
Gaudissart, who knew the career of Claparon, dared not approach him after receiving a solemnly frigid glance from the promoted commercial traveller which warned him that the upstart banker was not to be recognized by any former comrade. The ball, like a brilliant rocket, was extinguished by five o'clock in the morning.
"The villain!" "Eh! the devil take him! It was a woman who got him where he is," said Claparon. "Where's the old man who can answer for himself that he won't be the slave of his last fancy? None of us, who think ourselves so virtuous, know how we shall end. A last passion, eh! it is the most violent of all! Look at Cardot, Camusot, Matifat; they all have their mistresses!
There remain one hundred and forty thousand more, for which I shall sign notes to the order of Monsieur Charles Claparon, banker. He will pay the value, less the discount. So there are the three hundred thousand francs provided for. He who owns rents owes nothing. When the notes fall due we can pay them off with our profits.
Referring to John Melmoth see note at head of this story. "Now you can drop off with an easy mind, old man," said Claparon to Castanier. "For pity's sake, send for a cab and for a priest; send for the curate of Saint-Sulpice!" answered the old dragoon, sinking down upon the curbstone.
"Well, Claparon, the Bank wants a hundred thousand francs of you, and it is four o'clock; the thing is known, and it is too late to arrange your little failure comfortably," said Castanier. "Sir!" "Speak lower," the cashier went on. "How if I were to propose a piece of business that would bring you in as much money as you require?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking