“What are you talking about?” asked Serge, at last, with a constrained smile.
“About things which must greatly interest you,” said Herzog, familiarly. “Come, be sincere. Cayrol has just refused you a sum of money. He’s a simpleton! How much do you want? Will a hundred thousand francs do just now?”
And writing a few words on a check, the financier handed it to Serge, adding:
“A man of your position should not be in any difficulty for such a paltry sum!”
“But, sir,” said Serge, astonished, and pushing away Herzog’s hand.
“Accept it, and don’t feel indebted to me. It is hardly worth while between you and me.”
And taking Panine’s arm Herzog walked on with him.
“Your carriage is there? all right, mine will follow. I want to talk to you. Your troubles cannot last. I will show you the means of extricating yourself and that without delay, my dear sir.”
And without consulting Panine he seated himself beside him in the carriage.
“I told you once, if you remember,” continued the financier, “that I might prove useful to you. You were haughty, and I did not insist; yet you see the day has come. Let me speak frankly with you. It is my usual manner, and there is some good in it.”