the Pharaon, came from Calcutta, had been in for a fortnight, while
no intelligence had been received of the Pharaon.
Such was the state of affairs when, the day after his interview
with M. de Boville, the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson
& French of Rome, presented himself at M. Morrel's. Emmanuel
received him; this young man was alarmed by the appearance of every
new face, for every new face might be that of a new creditor, come
in anxiety to question the head of the house. The young man,
wishing to spare his employer the pain of this interview,
questioned the new-comer; but the stranger declared that he had
nothing to say to M. Emmanuel, and that his business was with M.
Morrel in person. Emmanuel sighed, and summoned Cocles. Cocles
appeared, and the young man bade him conduct the stranger to M.
Morrel's apartment. Cocles went first, and the stranger followed
him. On the staircase they met a beautiful girl of sixteen or
seventeen, who looked with anxiety at the stranger.
"M. Morrel is in his room, is he not, Mademoiselle Julie?" said
the cashier.
"Yes; I think so, at least," said the young girl hesitatingly.
"Go and see, Cocles, and if my father is there, announce this
gentleman."
"It will be useless to announce me, mademoiselle," returned the
Englishman. "M. Morrel does not know my name; this worthy gentleman
has only to announce the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson
& French of Rome, with whom your father does business."
The young girl turned pale and continued to descend, while the
stranger and Cocles continued to mount the staircase. She entered
the office where Emmanuel was, while Cocles, by the aid of a key he
possessed, opened a door in the corner of a landing-place on the
second staircase, conducted the stranger into an ante-chamber,
opened a second door, which he closed behind him, and after having
left the clerk of the house of Thomson & French alone, returned
and signed to him that he could enter. The Englishman entered, andand signed to him that he could enter. The Englishman entered, and
found Morrel seated at a table, turning over the formidable columns
of his ledger, which contained the list of his liabilities. At the
sight of the stranger, M. Morrel closed the ledger, arose, and
offered a seat to the stranger; and when he had seen him seated,
resumed his own chair. Fourteen years had changed the worthy
merchant, who, in his thirty-sixth year at the opening of this
history, was now in his fiftieth; his hair had turned white, time
and sorrow had ploughed deep furrows on his brow, and his look,
once so firm and penetrating, was now irresolute and wandering, as
if he feared being forced to fix his attention on some particular
thought or person. The Englishman looked at him with an air of
curiosity, evidently mingled with interest. "Monsieur," said
Morrel, whose uneasiness was increased by this examination, "you
wish to speak to me?"
"Yes, monsieur; you are aware from whom I come?"
"The house of Thomson & French; at least, so my cashier
tells me."
"He has told you rightly. The house of Thomson & French had
300,000 or 400,000 francs to pay this month in France; and, knowing
your strict punctuality, have collected all the bills bearing your
signature, and charged me as they became due to present them, and
to employ the money otherwise." Morrel sighed deeply, and passed
his hand over his forehead, which was covered with
perspiration.
"So then, sir," said Morrel, "you hold bills of mine?"
"Yes, and for a considerable sum."
"What is the amount?" asked Morrel with a voice he strove to
render firm.
"Here is," said the Englishman, taking a quantity of papers from
his pocket, "an assignment of 200,000 francs to our house by M. de
Boville, the inspector of prisons, to whom they are due. You
acknowledge, of course, that you owe this sum to him?"
"Yes; he placed the money in my hands at four and a half per
cent nearly five years ago."
"When are you to pay?"
"Half the 15th of this month, half the 15th of next.""When are you to pay?"
"Half the 15th of this month, half the 15th of next."
"Just so; and now here are 32,500 francs payable shortly; they
are all signed by you, and assigned to our house by the
holders."
"I recognize them," said Morrel, whose face was suffused, as he
thought that, for the first time in his life, he would be unable to
honor his own signature. "Is this all?"
"No, I have for the end of the month these bills which have been
assigned to us by the house of Pascal, and the house of Wild &
Turner of Marseilles, amounting to nearly 55,000 francs; in all,
287,500 francs." It is impossible to describe what Morrel suffered
during this enumeration. "Two hundred and eighty-seven thousand
five hundred francs," repeated he.
"Yes, sir," replied the Englishman. "I will not," continued he,
after a moment's silence, "conceal from you, that while your
probity and exactitude up to this moment are universally
acknowledged, yet the report is current in Marseilles that you are
not able to meet your liabilities." At this almost brutal speech
Morrel turned deathly pale. "Sir," said he, "up to this time — and
it is now more than four-and-twenty years since I received the
direction of this house from my father, who had himself conducted
it for five and thirty years — never has anything bearing the
signature of Morrel & Son been dishonored."
"I know that," replied the Englishman. "But as a man of honor
should answer another, tell me fairly, shall you pay these with the
same punctuality?" Morrel shuddered, and looked at the man, who
spoke with more assurance than he had hitherto shown. "To questions
frankly put," said he, "a straightforward answer should be given.
Yes, I shall pay, if, as I hope, my vessel arrives safely; for its
arrival will again procure me the credit which the numerous
accidents, of which I have been the victim, have deprived me; but
if the Pharaon should be lost, and this last resource be gone" —
the poor man's eyes filled with tears.
"Well," said the other, "if this last resource fail you?"