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So that was the reason why Georges did not come to the counting-room for money. He made his collections in person. What had taken place at the Prochassons' had probably been repeated everywhere else. It was quite useless, therefore, for him to subject himself to further humiliation. Yes, but the notes, the notes! that thought renewed his strength.
The words, spoken coldly, without anger, fell heavily upon Fromont's bewildered joy, and reminded him of the gravity of a situation which he was always on the point of forgetting. But when he was alone with his dear Madame "Chorche," Risler advised her not to accept the Prochassons' offer. "Wait, don't be in a hurry. Later you will have a better offer."
One fine day the Prochassons appeared, and offered three hundred thousand francs simply for an interest in the patent rights. "What shall we do?" Fromont Jeune asked Risler Aine. The latter shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Decide for yourself. It doesn't concern me. I am only an employe."
The other, when he heard the door, turned joyfully toward his partner. "Chorche, Chorche, my dear fellow I have got it, our press. There are still a few little things to think out. But no matter! I am sure now of my invention: you will see you will see! Ah! the Prochassons can experiment all they choose. With the Risler Press we will crush all rivalry." "Bravo, my comrade!" replied Fromont Jeune.
Fromont the uncle had assisted them for a long while with his credit and his money; the result being most friendly relations between the two firms, and a balance between ten or fifteen thousand francs which had never been definitely adjusted, because they knew that money was in good hands when the Prochassons had it. Indeed, the appearance of the factory was most reassuring.
The words, spoken coldly, without anger, fell heavily upon Fromont's bewildered joy, and reminded him of the gravity of a situation which he was always on the point of forgetting. But when he was alone with his dear Madame "Chorche," Risler advised her not to accept the Prochassons' offer. "Wait, don't be in a hurry. Later you will have a better offer."
The old cashier smiled affably, shook hands with the master, his wife, and his brother, and, as they talked, looked curiously about. They were in a manufactory of wallpapers on Faubourg Saint-Antoine, the establishment of the little Prochassons, who were beginning to be formidable rivals.
So that was the reason why Georges did not come to the counting-room for money. He made his collections in person. What had taken place at the Prochassons' had probably been repeated everywhere else. It was quite useless, therefore, for him to subject himself to further humiliation. Yes, but the notes, the notes! that thought renewed his strength.
The other, when he heard the door, turned joyfully toward his partner. "Chorche, Chorche, my dear fellow I have got it, our press. There are still a few little things to think out. But no matter! I am sure now of my invention: you will see you will see! Ah! the Prochassons can experiment all they choose. With the Risler Press we will crush all rivalry." "Bravo, my comrade!" replied Fromont Jeune.
So that was the reason why Georges did not come to the counting-room for money. He made his collections in person. What had taken place at the Prochassons' had probably been repeated everywhere else. It was quite useless, therefore, for him to subject himself to further humiliation. Yes, but the notes, the notes! that thought renewed his strength.
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