第116章
- The Count of Monte Cristo
- Alexandre Dumas
- 4083字
- 2016-03-03 16:31:27
All this was incomprehensible, and then, with the tenacity peculiar to prophets of bad news, the failure was put off until the end of September.On the 1st, Morrel returned; he was awaited by his family with extreme anxiety, for from this journey to Paris they hoped great things.Morrel had thought of Danglars, who was now immensely rich, and had lain under great obligations to Morrel in former days, since to him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the Spanish banker, with whom he had laid the foundations of his vast wealth.It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from six to eight millions of francs, and had unlimited credit.Danglars, then, without taking a crown from his pocket, could save Morrel; he had but to pass his word for a loan, and Morrel was saved.Morrel had long thought of Danglars, but had kept away from some instinctive motive, and had delayed as long as possible availing himself of this last resource.And Morrel was right, for he returned home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal.Yet, on his arrival, Morrel did not utter a complaint, or say one harsh word.He embraced his weeping wife and daughter, pressed Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth, and then going to his private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles.
"Then," said the two women to Emmanuel, "we are indeed ruined."It was agreed in a brief council held among them, that Julie should write to her brother, who was in garrison at Nimes, to come to them as speedily as possible.The poor women felt instinctively that they required all their strength to support the blow that impended.Besides, Maximilian Morrel, though hardly two and twenty, had great influence over his father.He was a strong-minded, upright young man.At the time when he decided on his profession his father had no desire to choose for him, but had consulted young Maximilian's taste.He had at once declared for a military life, and had in consequence studied hard, passed brilliantly through the Polytechnic School, and left it as sub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line.For a year he had held this rank, and expected promotion on the first vacancy.
In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid observance, not only of the obligations imposed on a soldier, but also of the duties of a man; and he thus gained the name of "the stoic." We need hardly say that many of those who gave him this epithet repeated it because they had heard it, and did not even know what it meant.This was the young man whom his mother and sister called to their aid to sustain them under the serious trial which they felt they would soon have to endure.They had not mistaken the gravity of this event, for the moment after Morrel had entered his private office with Cocles, Julie saw the latter leave it pale, trembling, and his features betraying the utmost consternation.She would have questioned him as he passed by her, but the worthy creature hastened down the staircase with unusual precipitation, and only raised his hands to heaven and exclaimed, "Oh, mademoiselle, mademoiselle, what a dreadful misfortune! Who could ever have believed it!" Amoment afterwards Julie saw him go up-stairs carrying two or three heavy ledgers, a portfolio, and a bag of money.
Morrel examined the ledgers, opened the portfolio, and counted the money.All his funds amounted to 6,000, or 8,000francs, his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4,000 or 5,000, which, making the best of everything, gave him 14,000francs to meet debts amounting to 287,500 francs.He had not even the means for making a possible settlement on account.
However, when Morrel went down to his dinner, he appeared very calm.This calmness was more alarming to the two women than the deepest dejection would have been.After dinner Morrel usually went out and used to take his coffee at the Phocaean club, and read the Semaphore; this day he did not leave the house, but returned to his office.
As to Cocles, he seemed completely bewildered.For part of the day he went into the court-yard, seated himself on a stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun.
Emmanuel tried to comfort the women, but his eloquence faltered.The young man was too well acquainted with the business of the house, not to feel that a great catastrophe hung over the Morrel family.Night came, the two women had watched, hoping that when he left his room Morrel would come to them, but they heard him pass before their door, and trying to conceal the noise of his footsteps.They listened;he went into his sleeping-room, and fastened the door inside.Madame Morrel sent her daughter to bed, and half an hour after Julie had retired, she rose, took off her shoes, and went stealthily along the passage, to see through the keyhole what her husband was doing.In the passage she saw a retreating shadow; it was Julie, who, uneasy herself, had anticipated her mother.The young lady went towards Madame Morrel.