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Updated: June 28, 2025
There is a very honorable person of my acquaintance, M. Joyeuse, bookkeeper for Hemerlingue and Son, the great bankers on Rue Saint-Honoré, who never fails to say to me whenever he meets me: "Passajon, my boy, don't stay in that den of thieves. You make a mistake in staying on there; you'll never get a sou out of it. Come to Hemerlingue's. I'll undertake to find some little corner for you.
I am only repeating what I have heard. But look! Baroness Hemerlingue. He gets all Paris, this Jenkins." The baroness moved forward on the arm of the doctor, who had rushed to meet her, and appeared, despite all his control of his facial muscles, a little ill at ease and discomfited.
Remember that one shareholder less patient than the rest will be enough to blow the whole thing into the air, to demand an inquiry; and you know as well as I what an inquiry would disclose. On reflection," added M. Joyeuse, wrinkling his brow, "I am surprised that Hemerlingue in his hatred of you has not secretly procured a few shares "
In the sumptuous dining-room, their elbows on the table, full of meat and drink, they planned and discussed. Cardailhac, who had great ideas, had already his plan complete. "First of all, you give me carte-blanche, don't you, Nabob? Carte-blanche, old fellow, and make that fat Hemerlingue burst with envy." Then the manager explained his scheme.
"That's because you had been in Paris before. You used to live here." "I? Never in my life. Who told you that?" "Why, I thought so," replied the young man, and added, as a multitude of thoughts came crowding into his mind: "What have you ever done to this Baron Hemerlingue? There seems to be a deadly hatred between you." The Nabob was taken aback for a moment.
I thought " answered the young man; and immediately, a host of reflections crowding into his mind: "What, then, have you done to this Baron Hemerlingue? It is a hatred to the death between you." For a moment the Nabob was taken aback. That name of Hemerlingue, thrown suddenly into his glee, recalled to him the one annoying episode of the evening.
Jenkins's patients A luncheon in the Place Vendome Memoirs of an office porter A mere glance at the Territorial Bank A debut in society The Joyeuse family Felicia Ruys Jansoulet at home The Bethlehem Society Bonne Maman Memoirs of an office porter Servants The festivities in honour of the Bey A Corsican election A day of spleen The Exhibition Memoirs of an office porter In the antechamber A public man The apparition The Jenkins pearls The funeral La Baronne Hemerlingue The sitting Dramas of Paris Memoirs of an office porter The last leaves At Bordighera The first night of "Revolt"
He would explain the condition of affairs as best he could, attributing it to a caprice of his employer, that violent-tempered Hemerlingue whom all Paris knew; but he was conscious of a cold, suspicious accent in the uniform reply: "Come and see us after the holidays."
Jansoulet went out with him, forgetting in his trouble to salute the baroness, and once on the antechamber staircase, Hemerlingue, cold and reserved while he was under his wife's eye, expanded a little. "It is very annoying," said he in a low voice, as if he feared to be overheard, "that Mme. Jansoulet has not been willing to come."
'Robber and son of a dog. The harlot had the face to call me that. As if I didn't know my Hemerlingue, who's as cowardly as he is fat. But, after all, let them say what they choose. I snap my fingers at 'em. What can they do against me? Destroy my credit with the bey? That makes no difference to me. I have no more business in Tunis, and I shall get away from there altogether as soon as possible.
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