and it is probable that the civility will be returned by an invitation
from them. Our isolation cannot long conceal our want. Sacrifices of all
kinds have already been made to prevent our being overwhelmed with
mortification." As he uttered these last words he drew forth his hand
from his pocket with about two _francs_ in small change, which he held
exposed on his palm before the notary. "And now, behold," continued he,
with a bitter smile,--"behold every cent I have in the world; and
to-morrow rich people are to dine at my house! If my poverty is betrayed
by any thing, farewell to my child's prospects! For God's sake, my good
friend, be generous, and help me!"

"A thousand _francs_!" muttered the notary, shaking his head; "I can't
deceive my clients, sir. What pledge can you give to secure the loan?
You possess nothing which is not already mortgaged beyond its value."

"A thousand! five hundred! two hundred!" cried De Vlierbeck. "Lend me,
at least, _something_ to relieve me from this cruel difficulty!"

"I have no disposable funds," replied the notary, coldly. "In a
fortnight perhaps I may have some; but even then I could promise nothing
positively."

"Then, for the sake of friendship, I beseech you, lend me some money
yourself!"

"I could never expect that you would return what I might lend," said
the notary, contemptuously; "and so it is an _alms_ you ask of me?"

Poor De Vlierbeck trembled on his chair and became pale as ashes; his
eyes flashed wildly and his brow knotted with frowns. Yet he quickly