"Iknowthatverywell；I’vemadethataffirmationscoresoftimeswhenIwasworkingfortherepublicannewspapersand——"
　　"Whenyouwere’thecourageousCerizet，’"interruptedduPortail。
　　"Well，thepresentmachination，hereitis。ThegovernmentwasmuchdispleasedatseeingThuillierelectedwithoutitsinfluencetotheCouncil—generaloftheSeine；itwasangrywithanindependentandpatrioticcitizenwhoshowedbyhiscandidacythathecoulddowithoutit；anditlearned，moreover，thatthisexcellentcitizenwaspreparingapamphletonthesubject，alwaysadelicateone，ofthefinances，astowhichthisdangerousadversaryhadgreatexperience。
　　So，whatdidthisessentiallycorruptgovernmentdo？Itsubornedamaninwhom，asitlearned，Thuillierplacedconfidence，andforasumoftwenty—fivethousandfrancs（ameretrifletothepolice），thistreacherousfriendagreedtoinsertintothepamphletthreeorfourphraseswhichexposedittoseizureandcauseditsauthortobesummonedbeforethecourtofassizes。NowthewaytomaketheexplanationclinchthedoubtinThuillier’smindistolethimknowthatthenextdaylaPeyrade，who，asThuillierknew，hadn’tasou，paidDutocqpreciselythatverysumoftwenty—fivethousandfrancs。"
　　"Thedevil！"criedCerizet，"itisn’tabadtrick。FellowsoftheThuillierspecieswillbelieveanythingagainstthepolice。"
　　"Weshallsee，then，"continuedduPortail，"whetherThuillierwillwanttokeepsuchacollaboratorbesidehim，andaboveall，whetherhewillbesoeagertogivehimhisgoddaughter。"
　　"Youareastrongman，monsieur，"saidCerizet，againexpressinghisapprobation；"butImustownthatIfeelsomescruplesatthepartassignedme。LaPeyradecameandofferedmethemanagementofthepaper，and，yousee，Ishouldbeworkingtoevicthim。"
　　"Andthatleaseheknockedyououtofinspiteofhispromises，haveyouforgottenthat？"askedthelittleoldman。"Besides，arewenotaimingforhishappiness，thoughtheobstinatefellowpersistsinthwartingourbenevolentintentions？"
　　"Itistrue，"saidCerizet，"thattheresultwillabsolveme。Yes，I’llgoresolutelyalongtheingeniouspathyou’vetracedoutforme。
　　Butthere’sonethingmore：Ican’tflingmyrevelationatThuillier’sheadattheveryfirst；Imusthavetimetopreparethewayforit，butthatsecuritywillhavetobepaidinimmediately。"
　　"Listentome，MonsieurCerizet，"saidduPortail，inatoneofauthority；"ifthemarriageoflaPeyradetomywardtakesplaceitismyintentiontorewardyourservices，andthesumofthirtythousandfrancswillbeyourperquisite。Now，thirtythousandfromonesideandtwenty—fivethousandfromtheothermakespreciselyfifty—fivethousandfrancsthatthematrimonialvicissitudesofyourfriendlaPeyradewillhaveputintoyourpocket。But，ascountrypeopledoattheshowsofafair，IshallnotpaytillIcomeout。IfyoutakethatmoneyoutofyourownhoardIshallfeelnoanxiety；youwillknowhowtokeepitfromtheclutchesofyourcreditors。If，onthecontrary，mymoneyisatstake，youwillhaveneitherthesameeagernessnorthesameintelligenceinkeepingitoutofdanger。Thereforearrangeyouraffairssothatyoucanpaydownyourownthirty—threethousand；incaseofsuccess，thatsumwillbringyouinprettynearlyahundredpercent。That’smylastword，andIshallnotlistentoanyobjections。"
　　Cerizethadnotimetomakeany，foratthatmomentthedoorofduPortail’sstudyopenedabruptly，andafair，slenderwoman，whosefaceexpressedangelicsweetness，enteredtheroomeagerly。Onherarm，wrappedinhandsomelongclothes，laywhatseemedtobetheformofaninfant。
　　"There！"shesaid，"thatnaughtyKatteinsistedthatthedoctorwasnothere。IknewperfectlywellthatIhadseenhimenter。Well，doctor，"shecontinued，addressingCerizet，"Iamnotsatisfiedwiththeconditionofmylittleone，notsatisfiedatall；sheisverypallid，andhasgrownsothin。Ithinkshemustbeteething。"
　　DuPortailmadeCerizetasigntoaccepttherolesoabruptlythrustuponhim。
　　"Yes，evidently，"hesaid，"itistheteeth；childrenalwaysturnpaleatthatcrisis；butthere’snothinginthat，mydearlady，thatneedmakeyouanxious。"
　　"Doyoureallythinkso，doctor，"saidthepoorcrazedgirl，whomourreadershaverecognizedasduPortail’sward，LydiedelaPeyrade；
　　"butseeherdearlittlearms，howthintheyaregetting。"
　　Thentakingoutthepinsthatfastenedtheswathings，sheexhibitedtoCerizetabundleoflinenwhichtoherpoordistractedmindrepresentedababy。
　　"Why，no，no，"saidCerizet，"sheisatriflethin，itistrue，butthefleshisfirmandhercolorexcellent。"
　　"Poordarling！"saidLydie，kissingherdreamlovingly。"Idothinksheisbettersincemorning。WhathadIbettergiveher，doctor？Brothdisgustsher，andshewon’ttakesoup。"
　　"Well，"saidCerizet，"trypanada。Doesshelikesweetthings？"
　　"Oh，yes！"criedthepoorgirl，herfacebrightening，"sheadoresthem。Wouldchocolatebegoodforher？"
　　"Certainly，"repliedCerizet，"butwithoutvanilla；vanillaisveryheating。"
　　"ThenI’llgetwhattheycallhealth—chocolate，"saidLydie，withalltheintonationsofamother，listeningtothedoctorastoagodwhoreassuredher。"Uncle，"sheadded，"pleaseringforBruneau，andtellhimtogotoMarquisatonceandgetsomepoundsofthatchocolate。"
　　"Bruneauhasjustgoneout，"saidherguardian；"butthere’snohurry，heshallgointhecourseoftheday。"
　　"There，sheisgoingtosleep，"saidCerizet，anxioustoputanendtothescene，which，inspiteofhishardenednature，hefelttobepainful。
　　"True，"saidthegirl，replacingthebandagesandrising；"I’llputhertobed。Adieu，doctor；itisverykindofyoutocomesometimeswithoutbeingsentfor。Ifyouknewhowanxiouswepoormothersare，andhow，withawordortwo，youcandoussuchgood。Ah，theresheiscrying！"
　　"Sheissosleepy，"saidCerizet；"she’llbemuchbetterinhercradle。"
　　"Yes，andI’llplayherthatsonataofBeethoventhatdearpapawassofondof；itiswonderfulhowcalmingitis。Adieu，doctor，"shesaidagain，pausingonthethresholdofthedoor。"Adieu，kinddoctor！"Andshesenthimakiss。
　　Cerizetwasquiteovercome。
　　"Yousee，"saidduPortail，"thatsheisanangel，——nevertheleastill—humor，neverasharpword；sadsometimes，butalwayscausedbyafeelingofmotherlysolicitude。Thatiswhatfirstgavethedoctorstheideathatifrealitycouldtaketheplaceofherconstanthallucinationshemightrecoverherreason。Well，thisisthegirlthatfoolofaPeyraderefuses，withtheaccompanimentofamagnificent’dot。’Buthemustcometoit，orI’llforswearmyname。
　　Listen，"headdedasthesoundofapianocametothem；"hear！whattalent！Thousandsofsanewomencan’tcomparewithher；theyarenotasreasonableassheis，exceptonthesurface。"
　　WhenBeethoven’ssonata，playedfromthesoulwithaperfectionofshadesandtonesthatfilledherhardenedhearerwithadmiration，hadceasedtosound，Cerizetsaid：——
　　"Iagreewithyou，monsieur；laPeyraderefusesanangel，atreasure，apearl，andifIwereinhisplace——Butweshallbringhimroundtoyourpurpose。NowIshallserveyounotonlywithzeal，butwithenthusiasm，Imaysayfanaticism。"
　　AsCerizetwasconcludingthisoathoffidelityatthedoorofthestudy，heheardawoman’svoicewhichwasnotthatofLydie。
　　"Isheinhisstudy，thedearcommander？"saidthatvoice，withaslightlyforeignaccent。
　　"Yes，madame，butpleasecomeintothesalon。Monsieurisnotalone；I
　　willtellhimyouarehere。"
　　ThiswasthevoiceofKatte，theoldDutchmaid。
　　"Stop，gothisway，"saidduPortailquicklytoCerizet。
　　Andheopenedahiddendoorwhichledthroughadarkcorridordirectlytothestaircase，whenceCerizetbetookhimselftotheofficeofthe"EchodelaBievre，"whereaheateddiscussionwasgoingon。
　　Thearticlebywhichtheneweditorsofeverynewspaperlaybeforethepublictheir"professionoffaith，"asthetechnicalsayingis，alwaysproducesalaboriousanddifficultparturition。Inthisparticularcaseitwasnecessary，ifnotopenlytodeclareThuillier’scandidacy，toatleastmakeitfeltandforeseen。Thetermsofthemanifesto，afterlaPeyradehadmadearoughdraftofit，werediscussedatgreatlength。ThisdiscussiontookplaceinCerizet’spresence，who，actingonduPortail’sadvice，acceptedthemanagement，butpostponedthepaymentofthesecuritytillthenextday，throughthelatitudeallowedinalladministrationsfortheaccomplishmentofthatformality。
　　Cleverlyeggedonbythismaster—knave，who，fromthestart，madehimselfThuillier’sflatterer，thediscussionbecamestormy，andpresentlybitter；butas，bythedeedofpartnershipthedecidingwordwaslefttolaPeyradeinallmattersconcerningtheeditorship，hefinallycloseditbysendingthemanifesto，preciselyashehadwrittenit，totheprintingoffice。
　　Thuillierwasincensedatwhathecalledanabuseofpower，andfindinghimselfalonewithCerizetlaterintheday，hehastenedtopourhisgriefsandresentmentsintothebosomofhisfaithfulmanager，thusaffordingthelatteraready—madeandnaturalopportunitytoinsinuatethecalumniousrevelationagreeduponwithduPortail。Leavingtheknifeinthewound，Cerizetwentouttomakecertainarrangementstoobtainthemoneynecessaryforhisbond。
　　Torturedbytheterriblerevelation，Thuilliercouldnotkeepittohimself；hefelttheneedofconfidingit，andoftalkingoverthecoursehewouldbecompelledtotakebythisinfernaldiscovery。
　　Sendingforacarriagehedrovehome，andhalfanhourlaterhehadtoldthewholestorytohisEgeria。
　　BrigittehadfromthefirstveryvehementlydeclaredagainstallthedeterminationsmadebyThuillierduringthelastfewdays。Fornopurposewhatever，notevenforthesakeofherbrother’selection，wouldsheagreetoarenewaloftherelationtolaPeyrade。Inthefirstplace，shehadtreatedhimbadly，andthatwasastrongreasonfordislikinghim；then，incasethatadventurer，asshenowcalledhim，marriedCeleste，thefearofherauthoritybeinglessenedgaveheraspeciesofsecond—sight；shehadendedbyhavinganintuitivesenseofthedarkprofunditiesoftheman’snature，andnowdeclaredthatundernocircumstancesandfornopossiblepricewouldshemakeonehouseholdwithhim。
　　"Ruinyourselfifyouchoose，"shesaid，"youarethemasterofthat，andyoucandoasyoulike；afoolandhismoneyaresoonparted。"
　　When，therefore，shelistenedtoherbrother’sconfidencesitwasnotwithreproaches，but，onthecontrary，withacrowoftriumph，celebratingtheprobablereturnofherpower，thatshewelcomedthem。
　　"Somuchthebetter！"shecried；"itiswelltoknowatlastthatthemanisaspy。Ialwaysthoughtso，thecantingbigot！Turnhimoutofdoorswithoutanexplanation。WEdon’twanthimtoworkthatnewspaper。ThisMonsieurCerizetseems，fromwhatyoutellme，therightsortofman，andwecangetanothermanager。Besides，whenMadamedeGodollowentawayshepromisedtowritetome；andshecaneasilyputusinthewayoffindingsomeone。Poor，dearCeleste！whatafateweweregoingtogiveher！"
　　"Howyourunon！"saidThuillier。"LaPeyrade，mydear，issofaronlyaccused。Hemustbeheardinhisdefence。Andbesides，there’sadeedthatbindsus。"
　　"Ah，verygood！"saidBrigitte；"Iseehowitwillbe；you’llletthatmantwistyouroundhisfingeragain。Adeedwithaspy！Asiftherecouldbedeedswithsuchfellows。"
　　"Come，come，becalm，mygoodBrigitte，"returnedThuillier。"Wemustn’tdoanythinghastily。Certainly，iflaPeyradecannotfurnishajustification，clear，categorical，andconvincing，Ishalldecidetobreakwithhim，andI’llprovetoyouthatIamnomilksop。ButCerizethimselfisnotcertain；thesearemereinductions，andIonlycametoconsultyouastowhetherIought，oroughtnot，todemandanexplanationoutright。"
　　"Notadoubtaboutit，"repliedBrigitte。"Yououghttodemandanexplanationandgotothebottomofthisthing；ifyoudon’t，Icastyouoffasmybrother。"
　　"Thatsuffices，"saidThuillier，leavingtheroomwithsolemnity；"youshallseethatwewillcometoanunderstanding。"
　　CHAPTERXI
　　EXPLANATIONSANDWHATCAMEOFTHEM
　　OnhisreturntotheofficeafterhisconferencewithBrigitte，ThuillierfoundlaPeyradeathispostaseditor—in—chief，andinapositionofmuchembarrassment，causedbythehighhandhehadreservedforhimselfasthesoleselectorofarticlesandcontributors。Atthismoment，Phellion，instigatedbyhisfamily，anddeeplyconsciousofhispositiononthereading—committeeoftheOdeon，hadcometoofferhisservicesasdramaticcritic。
　　"Mydearmonsieur，"hesaid，continuinghisremarkstolaPeyrade，afterinquiringofThuillierabouthishealth，"Iwasagreatstudentofthetheatreinmyyouth；thestageanditssceniceffectscontinuetohaveformepeculiarattractions；andthewhitehairswhichcrownmybrowto—dayseemtomenoobstacletomyallowingyourinterestingpublicationtoprofitbythefruitofmystudiesandmyexperience。Asmemberofthereading—committeeoftheOdeontheatre，Iamconversantwiththemoderndrama，and——ifImaybequitesureofyourdiscretion——Iwillevenconfidetoyouthatamongmypapersitwouldnotbeimpossibleformetofindacertaintragedyentitled’Sapor，’whichinmyyoungdayswonmesomefamewhenreadinsalons。"
　　"Ah！"saidlaPeyrade，endeavoringtogildtherefusalheshouldbeforcedtogive，"whynottrytohaveitputuponthestage？Wemightbeabletohelpyouinthatdirection。"
　　"Certainly，"saidThuillier，"thedirectorofanytheatretowhomweshouldrecommend——"
　　"No，"repliedPhellion。"Inthefirstplace，asmemberofthereading—
　　committeeoftheOdeon，havingtositinjudgmentuponothers，itwouldnotbecomemetodescendintothearenamyself。Iamanoldathlete，whosebusinessitistojudgeofblowshecannolongergive。
　　Inthissense，criticismisaltogetherwithinmysphere，andallthemorebecauseIhavecertainviewsonthepropermethodofcomposingdramaticfeuilletonswhichIthinknovel。The’castigatridendomores’
　　oughttobe，accordingtomyhumblelights，thegreatlaw，Imaysaytheonlylawofthestage。Ishouldthereforeshowmyselfpitilessforthoseworks，bredofimagination，inwhichmoralityhasnopart，andtowhichmothersoffamilies——"
　　"Excuseme，"saidlaPeyrade，"forinterruptingyou；butbeforeallowingyoutotakethetroubletodevelopyourpoeticalideas，I
　　oughttotellyouthatwehavealreadymadearrangementsforourdramaticcriticism。"
　　"Ah！that’sanotherthing，"saidPhellion；"anhonestmanmustkeephisword。"
　　"Yes，"saidThuillier，"wehaveourdramaticcritic，littlethinkingthatyouwouldofferusyourvaluableassistance。"
　　"Well，"saidPhellion，suddenlybecomingcrafty，——forthereissomethinginthenewspaperatmosphere，impossibletosaywhat，whichfliestothehead，thebourgeoisheadespecially，——"sinceyouaregoodenoughtoconsidermypencapableofdoingyousomeservice，perhapsaseriesofdetachedthoughtsondifferentsubjects，towhichIshouldventuretogivethenameof’Diversities，’mightbeofanaturetointerestyourreaders。"
　　"Yes，"saidlaPeyrade，withamaliciousnessthatwasquitelostuponPhellion，"thoughts，especiallyinthestyleoflaRochefoucauldorlaBruyere，mightdo。Whatdoyouthinkyourself，Thuillier？"
　　Hereservedtohimselftherighttoleavetheresponsibilityofrefusals，asfarashecould，totheproprietorofthepaper。
　　"ButIimaginethatthoughts，especiallyifdetached，cannotbeveryconsecutive，"saidThuillier。
　　"Evidentlynot，"repliedPhellion；"detachedthoughtsimplytheideaofaverygreatnumberofsubjectsonwhichtheauthorletshispenstraywithoutthepretensionofpresentingawhole。"
　　"Youwillofcoursesignthem？"saidlaPeyrade。
　　"Oh，no！"repliedPhellion，alarmed。"Icouldnotputmyselfonexhibitioninthatway。"
　　"Yourmodesty，whichbythebyeIunderstandandapprove，settlesthematter，"saidlaPeyrade。"Thoughtsareasubjectaltogetherindividual，whichimperativelyrequiretobepersonifiedbyaname。
　　Youmustbeconsciousofthisyourself。’DiversThoughtsbyMonsieurThree—Stars’saysnothingtothepublic。"
　　SeeingthatPhellionwasabouttomakeobjections，Thuillier，whowasinahurrytobeginhisfightwithlaPeyrade，cutthemattershortrathersharply。
　　"MydearPhellion，"hesaid，"Ibegyourpardonfornotbeingabletoenjoythepleasureofyourconversationanylonger，butwehavetotalk，laPeyradeandI，overamatterofmuchimportance，andinnewspaperofficesthisdevilishtimerunsawaysofast。Ifyouarewilling，wewillpostponethequestiontoanotherday。MadamePhellioniswell，Itrust？"
　　"Perfectlywell，"saidthegreatcitizen，rising，andnotappearingtoresenthisdismissal。"Whendoesyourfirstnumberappear？"headded；
　　"itiseagerlyawaitedinthearrondissement。"
　　"To—morrowIthinkourconfessionoffaithwillmakeitsappearance，"
　　repliedThuillier，accompanyinghimtothedoor。"Youwillreceiveacopy，mydearfriend。Weshallmeetagainsoon，Ihope。Comeandseeus，andbringthatmanuscript；laPeyrade’spointofviewmaybealittlearbitrary。"
　　Withthisbalmsheduponhiswound，Phelliondeparted，andThuillierrangthebellfortheporter。
　　"Couldyourecognizethegentlemenwhohasjustgoneoutthenexttimeyouseehim？"askedThuillier。
　　"Oh，yes，m’sieu，hisroundballofaheadistoofunnytoforget；
　　besides，itisMonsieurPhellion；haven’tIopenedthedoortohimhundredsoftimes？"
　　"Well，wheneverhecomesagainneitherInorMonsieurdelaPeyradewillbehere。Rememberthat’sapositiverule。Nowleaveus。"
　　"Thedevil！"criedlaPeyrade，whenthetwopartnerswerealone，"howyoumanagebores。Buttakecare；amongthenumbertheremaybeelectors。YoudidrighttotellPhellionyouwouldsendhimacopyofthepaper；hehasacertainimportanceinthequarter。"
　　"Well，"saidThuillier，"wecan’tallowourtimetobetakenupbyallthedull—headswhocomeandoffertheirservices。ButnowyouandI
　　havetotalk，andtalkveryseriously。Beseatedandlisten。"
　　"Doyouknow，mydearfellow，"saidlaPeyrade，laughing，"thatjournalismismakingyouintosomethingverysolemn？’Beseated，Cinna，’——CaesarAugustuscouldn’thavesaiditotherwise。"
　　"Cinnas，unfortunately，aremoreplentifulthanpeoplethink，"repliedThuillier。
　　HewasstillunderthegoadofthepromisehehadmadetoBrigitte，andhemeanttofulfilitwithcuttingsarcasm。Thetopcontinuedthewhirlingmotionimpartedtoitbytheoldmaid’slash。
　　LaPeyradetookaseatattheroundtable。Ashewaspuzzledtoknowwhatwascoming，heendeavoredtoseemunconcerned，andpickingupthelargescissorsusedfortheloanswhichallpapersmakefromthecolumnsoftheirbrethrenofthepress，hebegantosnipupasheetofpaper，onwhich，inThuillier’shandwriting，wasanattemptataleadingarticle，nevercompleted。
　　ThoughlaPeyradewasseatedandexpectant，Thuillierdidnotbeginimmediately；heroseandwenttowardthedoorwhichstoodajar，withtheintentionofclosingit。Butsuddenlyitwasflungwideopen，andCoffinetappeared。
　　"Willmonsieur，"saidCoffinettolaPeyrade，"receivetwoladies？
　　Theyareverywell—dressed，andtheyoungoneain’ttobedespised。"
　　"ShallIletthemin？"saidlaPeyradetoThuillier。
　　"Yes，sincetheyarehere，"growledThuillier；"butgetridofthemassoonaspossible。"
　　Coffinet’sjudgmentonthetoiletofthetwovisitorsneedsrevision。
　　Awomaniswell—dressed，notwhenshewearsrichclothes，butwhenherclothespresentacertainharmonyofshapesandcolorswhichformanappropriateandgracefulenvelopetoherperson。Nowabonnetwithaflaringbrim，surmountedbynoddingplumes，animmenseFrenchcashmereshawl，wornwiththeawkwardinexperienceofayoungbride，aplaidsilkgownwithenormouschecksandatripletierofflounceswithfartoomanychainsandtrinkets（thoughtobejust，thebootsandgloveswereirreproachable），constitutedtheappareloftheyoungeroftheseladies。Asfortheother，whoseemedtobeinthetowofherdressycompanion，shewasshort，squat，andhigh—colored，andworeabonnet，shawl，andgownwhichapractisedeyewouldatoncehaverecognizedassecondhand。Mothersofactressesarealwaysclothedbythisveryeconomicalprocess。Theirgarments，condemnedtotheserviceoftwogenerations，reversetheorderofthings，andgofromdescendantstoancestors。
　　Advancingtwochairs，laPeyradeinquired，"TowhomhaveIthehonorofspeaking？"
　　"Monsieur，"saidtheyoungervisitor，"Iamadramaticartist，andasIamabouttomakemyfirstappearanceinthisquarter，Iallowmyselftohopethatajournalofthislocalitywillfavorme。"
　　"Atwhattheatre？"askedlaPeyrade。
　　"TheFolies，whereIamengagedfortheDejazets。"
　　"TheFolies？"echoedlaPeyrade，inatonethatdemandedanexplanation。
　　"Folies—Dramatiques，"interposedtheagreeableMadameCardinal，whomthereaderhasdoubtlessrecognized。
　　"Whendoyouappear？"askedlaPeyrade。
　　"Nextweek，monsieur，——afairypieceinwhichIplayfiveparts。"
　　"You’llencourageher，monsieur，won’tyou？"saidMadameCardinal，inacoaxingvoice；"she’ssoyoung，andIcancertifysheworksdayandnight。"
　　"Mother！"saidOlympe，withauthority，"thepublicwilljudgeme；allIwantisthatmonsieurwillkindlypromisetonoticemydebut。"
　　"Verygood，mademoiselle，"saidlaPeyradeinatoneofdismissal，beginningtoedgethepairtothedoor。
　　OlympeCardinalwentfirst，leavinghermothertohurryafterherasbestshecould。
　　"Athometonoone！"criedThuilliertotheoffice—boyasheclosedthedoorandslippedthebolt。"Now，"hesaid，addressinglaPeyrade，"wewilltalk。Mydearfellow，"hewenton，startingwithirony，forherememberedtohaveheardthatnothingwasmoreconfusingtoanadversary，"Ihaveheardsomethingthatwillgiveyoupleasure。IknownowwhyMYpamphletwasseized。"
　　Sosaying，helookedfixedlyatlaPeyrade。
　　"Parbleu！"saidthelatterinanaturaltoneofvoice，"itwasseizedbecausetheychosetoseizeit。Theywantedtofind，andtheyfound，becausetheyalwaysfindthethingstheywant，whattheking’sadherentscall’subversivedoctrine。’"
　　"No，youarewrong，"saidThuillier；"theseizurewasplanned，concocted，andagreeduponbeforepublication。"
　　"Betweenwhom？"askedlaPeyrade。
　　"Betweenthosewhowantedtokillthepamphlet，andthewretcheswhowerepaidtobetrayit。"
　　"Well，inanycase，thosewhopaid，"saidlaPeyrade，"gotmightylittlefortheirmoney；for，persecutedthoughitwas，Idon’tseethatyourpamphletmademuchofastir。"
　　"Thosewhosoldmayhavedonebetter？"saidThuillierwithredoubledirony。
　　"Thosewhosold，"returnedlaPeyrade，"weretheclevererofthetwo。"
　　"Ah，Iknow，"saidThuillier，"thatyouthinkagreatdealofcleverness；butallowmetotellyouthatthepolice，whosehandIseeinallthis，doesn’tusuallythrowitsmoneyaway。"
　　AndagainhelookedfixedlyatlaPeyrade。
　　"So，"saidthebarrister，withoutwinking，"youhavediscoveredthatthepolicehadplottedinadvancethesmotheringofyourpamphlet？"
　　"Yes，mydearfellow；andwhatismore，Iknowtheactualsumpaidtothepersonwhoagreedtocarryoutthishonorableplot。"
　　"Theperson，"saidlaPeyrade，thinkingamoment，——"perhapsIknowtheperson；butasforthemoney，Idon’tknowawordaboutthat。"
　　"Well，Icantellyoutheamount。Itwastwenty—five——thousand——
　　francs，"saidThuillier，dwellingoneachword；"thatwasthesumpaidtoJudas。"
　　"Oh！excuseme，mydearfellow，buttwenty—fivethousandfrancsisagooddealofmoney。Idon’tdenythatyouhavebecomeanimportantman；butyouarenotsuchabugbeartothegovernmentastoleadittomakesuchsacrifices。Twenty—fivethousandfrancsisasmuchaswouldeverbegivenforthesuppressionofoneofthoseannoyingpamphletsabouttheCivillist。Butourfinanciallucubrationsdidn’tannoyinthatway；andsuchasumborrowedfromthesecret—servicemoneyforthemerepleasureofplaguingyou，seemstomeratherfabulous。"