Close upon the heels of the servant M. de Thaller came.
Tall, thin, stiff, he had a very small head, a flat face, pointed nose, and long reddish whiskers, slightly shaded with silvery threads, falling half-way down his chest. Dressed in the latest style, he wore a loose overcoat of rough material, pantaloons that spread nearly to the tip of his boots, a wide shirt-collar turned over a light cravat, on the bow of which shone a large diamond, and a tall hat with rolled brims. With a blinking glance, he made a rapid estimate of the dining-room, the shabby furniture, and the guests seated around the table. Then, without even condescending to touch his hat, with his large hand tightly fitted into a lavender glove, in a brief and imperious tone, and with a slight accent which he affirmed was the Alsatian accent:
"I must speak with you, Vincent," said he to his cashier, "alone and at once."
M. Favoral made visible efforts to conceal his anxiety. "You see," he commenced, "we are dining with a few friends, and -"
"Do you wish me to speak in presence of everybody?" interrupted harshly the manager of the Mutual Credit.
The cashier hesitated no longer. Taking up a candle from the table, he opened the door leading to the parlor, and, standing respectfully to one side:
"Be kind enough to pass on, sir," said he: "I follow you."
And, at the moment of disappearing himself, "Continue to dine without me," said he to his guests, with a last effort at self-control. "I shall soon catch up with you. This will take but a moment. Do not be uneasy in the least."
They were not uneasy, but surprised, and, above all, shocked at the manners of M. de Thaller.
"What a brute!" muttered Mme. Desclavettes.
M. Desormeaux, the head clerk at the Department of Justice, was an old legitimist, much imbued with re-actionary ideas.
"Such are our masters," said he with a sneer, "the high barons of financial feudality. Ah! you are indignant at the arrogance of the old aristocracy; well, on your knees, by Jupiter! on your face, rather, before the golden crown on field of gules."
No one replied: every one was trying his best to hear.
In the parlor, between M. Favoral and M. de Thaller, a discussion of the utmost violence was evidently going on. To seize the meaning of it was not possible; and yet through the door, the upper panels of which were of glass, fragments could be heard; and from time to time such words distinctly reached the ear as dividend, stockholders, deficit, millions, etc.
"What can it all mean? great heaven!" moaned Mme. Favoral.
Doubtless the two interlocutors, the director and the cashier, had drawn nearer to the door of communication; for their voices, which rose more and more, had now become quite distinct.
"It is an infamous trap!" M. Favoral was saying. "I should have been notified "
"Come, come," interrupted the other. "Were you not fully warned? did I ever conceal any thing from you?"
Fear, a fear vague still, and unexplained, was slowly taking possession of the guests; and they remained motionless, their forks in suspense, holding their breath.
"Never," M. Favoral was repeating, stamping his foot so violently that the partition shook, - " never, never!"
"And yet it must be," declared M. de Thaller. "It is the only, the last resource "And suppose I will not!"
"Your will has nothing to do with it now. It is twenty years ago that you might have willed, or not willed. But listen to me, and let us reason a little."
Here M. de Thaller dropped his voice; and for some minutes nothing was heard in the dining-room, except confused words, and incomprehensible exclamations, until suddenly, "That is ruin," he resumed in a furious tone: "it is bankruptcy on the last of the month."
Sir," the cashier was replying, - "sir!"
"You are a forger, M. Vincent Favoral; you are a thief!"
Maxence leaped from his seat.
"I shall not permit my father to be thus insulted in his own house," he exclaimed.
