"The day after I am duly installed, take a turn through the Conciergerie, and I will count you twenty-five rolls each containing two thousand francs. These you can easily dispose of in your two pockets. With the money I will give you a ticket to leave France. You go, and wherever you are you will be, if not rich, at least independent."
"Well! it is settled, Monsieur, happen what may. I am a poor devil who never dabbled in politics. France has always got on very well without me, and will not perish through any fault of mine; if you do a wicked action so much the worse for you."
"At all events," said the patriot, "I think I shall never do worse than they are doing at this moment."
"Sir, permit me to decline passing an opinion upon the politics of the National Convention."
"You are a pattern of philosophy and indifference. When, however, will you present me to Father Richard?"
"This evening, if you please."
"Yes, certainly; but who am I?"
"My cousin Mardoche."
"Mardoche, then, let it be; the name pleases me. What trade?"