[A Hungarian Nabob by Maurus Jokai]@TWC D-Link bookA Hungarian Nabob CHAPTER II 13/22
"If only, like Don Juan de Castro, I could raise money on half of my moustache by sending it to Toledo! But I can't even do that, for I have cut it off." "And what will you do if they keep on dunning you ?" "Blow my brains out; that's soon done." "Ah! don't do that.
What would the world say if an eminent Hungarian nobleman were to blow his brains out for a matter of a paltry hundred thousand francs or two ?" "And what would it say if they clapped him in gaol for these same paltry francs ?" The banker smiled, and laid his hand on the young dandy's shoulder; then, in a confidential tone, he added-- "Now we will try what we can do to save you." This smile, this condescending tap on the shoulder, revealed the _parvenu_ most completely. The banker now took a seat beside him on the ample sofa, and thus obliged him to sit straight. "You require three hundred thousand francs," continued Monsieur Griffard, in a gentle, soothing voice, "and I suppose you will not be alarmed at the idea of paying me back six hundred thousand instead of that amount when you come into your property ?" "Fi donc!" said Karpathy, contemptuously.
A feeling of noble pride awoke within him for an instant, and he coldly withdrew his arm from the banker's hand.
"You are only a usurer, after all," he added. The banker pocketed the affront with a smile, and tried to smooth the matter over with a jest. "The Latin proverb says, '_Bis dat qui cito dat_--'He gives twice who gives quickly.' Why should I not wish to double my money? Besides, money is a sort of ware, and if you are at liberty to expect a tenfold return from grain that you have cast forth, why may you not expect as much from money that you have cast forth likewise? Take into consideration, moreover, that this is one of the hardiest speculations in the world. You may die before the kinsman you hope to inherit.
You may be thrown from your horse at a fox-hunt or a steeplechase and break your neck; you may be shot through the head in a duel; or a fever or a cold may seize you, and I shall be obliged to go into mourning for my dear departed three hundred thousand francs.
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