Parisians, the — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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As Alain, however, proceeded, simply and without false shame, to communicate the object of his visit at Paris, the extent of his liabilities, and the penury of his means, the smile vanished from the Count's face. He somewhat drew back his fauteuil in the movement common to men who wish to estrange themselves from some other man's difficulties; and when Alain came to a close, the Count remained some moments seized with a slight cough; and, gazing intently on the carpet, at length he said, "My dear young friend, your father behaved extremely ill to you,--dishonourably, fraudulently." "Hold!" said the Marquis, colouring high. "Those are words no man can apply to my father in my presence." The Count stared, shrugged his shoulders, and replied with 'sang froid,' "Marquis, if you are contented with your father's conduct, of course it is no business of mine: he never injured me. I presume, however, that, considering my years and my character, you come to me for advice: is it so?" Alain bowed his head in assent. "There are four courses for one in your position to take," said the Count, placing the index of the right hand successively on the thumb and three fingers of the left,--"four courses, and no more. "First. To do as your notary recommended: consolidate your mortgages, patch up your income as you best can, return to Rochebriant, and devote the rest of your existence to the preservation of your property. By that course your life will be one of permanent privation, severe struggle; and |
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