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When he decided to appeal to Glady he had hesitated between him and a usurer named Caffie, whom he did not know personally, but whom he had heard spoken of as a rascal who was interested in all sorts of affairs, preferring the bad to the good of successions, marriages, interdictions, extortions; and if he had not been to him it was for fear of being refused, as much as from the dread of putting himself in such hands in case of meeting with compliance.
Glady made a slight gesture of impatience that was not lost upon Saniel, who was expecting some such demonstration. Rich, and frequenting the society of poor men, Glady lived in dread of borrowers.
"I think not." It was evident that Glady wished to take a cab, but as none passed he was obliged to walk with Saniel. "Do you know," he said, "that you have wounded Brigard?" "I regret it sincerely; but the salon of our friend Crozat is not yet a church, and I do not suppose that discussion is forbidden there." "To deny is not to discuss." "You say that as if you were angry with me." "Not at all.
"He believes himself stronger than life," he said, "because he is sound and intelligent. He must take care that he does not go too far!" When Saniel and Glady reached the street, the rain that had fallen since morning had ceased, and the asphalt shone clear and glittering like a mirror. "The walking is good," Saniel remarked. "It will rain again," responded Glady, looking at the sky.
On a Wednesday he went to the parlor in the Rue Vaugirard, where he had not been since his experiment with Glady. As usual, he was received affectionately by Crozat, who scolded him for coming so rarely, and as usual also, in order not to disturb the discussion that was going on, he remained standing near the door.
The first point made clear was that the young Aztec owed his imperfect knowledge of the English language to certain Children of the Sun, whom he named as if christened Victo and Glady. With this as starting-point, the rest formed a mere question of time and perseverance.
And now there was nothing to expect from any one. Glady was his last resort. In explaining his situation to Glady he lightened the misery instead of exaggerating it. For it was not only his upholsterer that he owed, but also his tailor, his bootmaker, his coal-dealer, his concierge, and all those with whom he had dealings.
They had reached the Quai Voltaire, where fiacres were stationed. "At last here are some cabs," Glady said. "Pardon me for leaving you, but I am in a hurry." Gady entered the cab so quickly that Saniel remained staring at the sidewalk, slightly dazed. It was only when the door closed that he understood. "His conscience!" he murmured. "Behold them! Tartufes!"
It was not the first time that this idea of ending everything had tempted him, and he only warded it off by constantly inventing combinations which it seemed to him at the moment might save him. Why yield to such a temptation before trying everything? And this was how he happened to appeal to Glady.
He spoke of the mighty chieftain, Prince Hua, and of the high priest, Tlacopa, who was, to all seeming, playing directly into the hands of the 'Tzin. "He say Mother of Gods call loud! He say sacrifice, and dat no, no! Quetzal' send Quetzal' save MUST save Victo, Glady!"
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