"Can this be done ?" asked he eagerly.
"Yes, Marquis; but you understand that you will have to pay very heavy interest on account of the risk incurred in lending money to a minor.
For the law does not recognize such transactions, and I myself do not like them.

If I were in your place, I would not borrow money on these terms, but wait until some friend could help me." "I have no friends," again answered the young man.
Daumon shrugged his shoulders with the air of a man who says: "Well, I suppose I must give in, but at any rate I have done my duty." Then he began aloud, "I am perfectly aware, Marquis, that, considering the wealth that must one day be yours, this transaction is a most paltry one." He then went on to enumerate the conditions of the loan, and at each clause he would stop and say, "Do you understand this ?" Norbert understood him so well that at the end of the conversation, in exchange for the thousand francs, he handed to the Counsellor the promissory notes for four thousand francs each, which were made payable to two farmers, who were entirely in Daumon's clutches.

The young man, in addition, pledged his solemn word of honor that he would never disclose that the Counsellor had anything to do with the transaction.
"Remember, Marquis, prudence must be strictly observed.

Come here to me only after the night has set in." This was the last piece of advice that Daumon gave his client; and when he was again left alone, he perused with feelings of intense gratification, the two notes that Norbert had signed.

They were entirely correct and binding, and drawn up in proper legal form.