had occurred on the day when the agent of Thomson & French had
come to her father's, related the scene on the staircase, repeated
the promise she had made, and showed him the letter. "You must go,
then, mademoiselle," said Emmanuel.
"Go there?" murmured Julie.
"Yes; I will accompany you."
"But did you not read that I must be alone?" said Julie.
"And you shall be alone," replied the young man. "I will await
you at the corner of the Rue de Musee, and if you are so long
absent as to make me uneasy, I will hasten to rejoin you, and woe
to him of whom you shall have cause to complain to me!"
"Then, Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation, "it is
your opinion that I should obey this invitation?"
"Yes. Did not the messenger say your father's safety depended
upon it?"
"But what danger threatens him, then, Emmanuel?" she asked.
Emmanuel hesitated a moment, but his desire to make Julie decide
immediately made him reply.
"Listen," he said; "to-day is the 5th of September, is it
not?"
"Yes."
"To-day, then, at eleven o'clock, your father has nearly three
hundred thousand francs to pay?"
"Yes, we know that."
"Well, then," continued Emmanuel, "we have not fifteen thousand
francs in the house."
"What will happen then?"
"Why, if to-day before eleven o'clock your father has not found
someone who will come to his aid, he will be compelled at twelve
o'clock to declare himself a bankrupt."
"Oh, come, then, come!" cried she, hastening away with the young
man. During this time, Madame Morrel had told her son everything.
The young man knew quite well that, after the succession of
misfortunes which had befallen his father, great changes had taken
place in the style of living and housekeeping; but he did not know
that matters had reached such a point. He was thunderstruck. Then,
rushing hastily out of the apartment, he ran up-stairs, expecting
to find his father in his study, but he rapped there in vain.
While he was yet at the door of the study he heard the bedroom
door open, turned, and saw his father. Instead of going direct todoor open, turned, and saw his father. Instead of going direct to
his study, M. Morrel had returned to his bed-chamber, which he was
only this moment quitting. Morrel uttered a cry of surprise at the
sight of his son, of whose arrival he was ignorant. He remained
motionless on the spot, pressing with his left hand something he
had concealed under his coat. Maximilian sprang down the staircase,
and threw his arms round his father's neck; but suddenly he
recoiled, and placed his right hand on Morrel's breast. "Father,"
he exclaimed, turning pale as death, "what are you going to do with
that brace of pistols under your coat?"
"Oh, this is what I feared!" said Morrel.
"Father, father, in heaven's name," exclaimed the young man,
"what are these weapons for?"
"Maximilian," replied Morrel, looking fixedly at his son, "you
are a man, and a man of honor. Come, and I will explain to
you."
And with a firm step Morrel went up to his study, while
Maximilian followed him, trembling as he went. Morrel opened the
door, and closed it behind his son; then, crossing the anteroom,
went to his desk on which he placed the pistols, and pointed with
his finger to an open ledger. In this ledger was made out an exact
balance-sheet of his affair's. Morrel had to pay, within half an
hour, 287,500 francs. All he possessed was 15,257 francs. "Read!"
said Morrel.
The young man was overwhelmed as he read. Morrel said not a
word. What could he say? What need he add to such a desperate proof
in figures? "And have you done all that is possible, father, to
meet this disastrous result?" asked the young man, after a moment's
pause. "I have," replied Morrel.
"You have no money coming in on which you can rely?"
"None."
"You have exhausted every resource?"
"All."
"And in half an hour," said Maximilian in a gloomy voice, "our
name is dishonored!"
"Blood washes out dishonor," said Morrel.
"You are right, father; I understand you." Then extending his
hand towards one of the pistols, he said, "There is one for you andhand towards one of the pistols, he said, "There is one for you and
one for me — thanks!" Morrel caught his hand. "Your mother — your
sister! Who will support them?" A shudder ran through the young
man's frame. "Father," he said, "do you reflect that you are
bidding me to live?"
"Yes, I do so bid you," answered Morrel, "it is your duty. You
have a calm, strong mind, Maximilian. Maximilian, you are no
ordinary man. I make no requests or commands; I only ask you to
examine my position as if it were your own, and then judge for
yourself."
The young man reflected for a moment, then an expression of
sublime resignation appeared in his eyes, and with a slow and sad
gesture he took off his two epaulets, the insignia of his rank. "Be
it so, then, my father," he said, extending his hand to Morrel,
"die in peace, my father; I will live." Morrel was about to cast
himself on his knees before his son, but Maximilian caught him in
his arms, and those two noble hearts were pressed against each
other for a moment. "You know it is not my fault," said Morrel.
Maximilian smiled. "I know, father, you are the most honorable man
I have ever known."
"Good, my son. And now there is no more to be said; go and
rejoin your mother and sister."
"My father," said the young man, bending his knee, "bless me!"
Morrel took the head of his son between his two hands, drew him
forward, and kissing his forehead several times said, "Oh, yes,
yes, I bless you in my own name, and in the name of three
generations of irreproachable men, who say through me, `The edifice
which misfortune has destroyed, providence may build up again.' On
seeing me die such a death, the most inexorable will have pity on
you. To you, perhaps, they will accord the time they have refused
to me. Then do your best to keep our name free from dishonor. Go to
work, labor, young man, struggle ardently and courageously; live,
yourself, your mother and sister, with the most rigid economy, so
that from day to day the property of those whom I leave in your