The Poor Gentleman | Page 5

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
curbed the unwonted agitation, bowed his head, and sighed, resignedly,
"ALMS! Alas! so be it! let me drink the very dregs of this bitter cup: it
is for my child!"
The notary went to a drawer and took from it some five-franc-pieces,
which he offered to his visitor. It is difficult to say whether the poor
gentleman was wounded by the actual receipt of charity, or whether the
sum was too small to be useful; but, without touching the money, he
glanced angrily at the silver and fell back in his chair, covering his face
with his hands.
Just at this moment a servant entered, announcing another visitor; and,
as soon as the lackey left the apartment, Monsieur De Vlierbeck sprang
from his chair, dashing away the tears that had gathered in his eyes.
The notary pointed to the money, which he laid on the corner of the
table; but the mortified guest turned away his head with a gesture of
repugnant refusal.
"Pardon my boldness, sir," said he, "but I have now only one favor to
ask of you"
"And it is--?"
"That you will keep my secret for my daughter's sake."
'Oh, as to that, make yourself easy. You know me well enough to be
aware of my discretion. Do you decline this trifling aid?"
"Thanks! thanks!" cried the gentleman, pushing away the notary's hand;
and, trembling as if seized by a sudden chill, he rushed from the room

and the house without waiting for the servant to open the door.
Utterly overcome by the terrible blow to his hopes, beside himself with
mortification, with his head hanging on his bosom and his eyes bent
staringly on the ground, the poor fellow ran about the streets for a
considerable length of time without knowing what he was about or
whither he was going. At length the stern conviction of want and duty
partially aroused him from his feverish dream, and he walked on
rapidly in the direction of the gate of Borgenhout, till he found himself
entirely alone among the fortifications.
He had no sooner reached this solitary quarter than a terrible conflict
seemed to begin within him; his lips quivered and muttered
incoherently, while his face exhibited a thousand different expressions
of suffering, shame, and hope. After a while he drew forth from his
pocket the golden snuff-box, looked long and sadly on the armorial
engravings that adorned it, and then fell into a reverie, from which he
suddenly aroused himself as if about taking a solemn resolution. With
his eyes intently fixed on the box, he began to obliterate the arms with
his knife, as he murmured, in a voice of tremulous emotion,--
"Remembrancer of my dear and excellent mother, protecting talisman
that has so long concealed my misery and which I invoked as a sacred
shield whenever poverty was on the eve of betraying me, last fragment
of my ancestry, I must bid thee farewell; and--alas! alas!--my own hand
must profane and destroy thee! God grant that the last service thou wilt
ever render me may save us from overwhelming humiliation!"
A tear trickled down his wan cheek as his voice became still; but he
went on with his task of obliteration till every trace of the crest and
shield disappeared from the emblazoned lid. After this he returned to
the heart of the town and passed through a number of small and lonely
streets, glancing eagerly, but askance, at the signs as he passed onward
in his agitation.
An hour had certainly elapsed in this bootless wandering, when he
entered a narrow lane in the quarter of