All government clerks in Paris who are not endowed, like Rabourdin, with patriotic ambition or other marked capacity, usually add the profits of some industry to the salary of their office, in order to eke out a living.  A number do as Monsieur Saillard did,—­put their money into a business carried on by others, and spend their evenings in keeping the books of their associates.  Many clerks are married to milliners, licensed tobacco dealers, women who have charge of the public lotteries or reading-rooms.  Some, like the husband of Madame Colleville, Celestine’s rival, play in the orchestra of a theatre; others like du Bruel, write vaudeville, comic operas, melodramas, or act as prompters behind the scenes.  We may mention among them Messrs. Planard, Sewrin, etc.  Pigault-Lebrun, Piis, Duvicquet, in their day, were in government employ.  Monsieur Scribe’s head-librarian was a clerk in the Treasury.

Besides such information as this, Rabourdin’s memorandum contained an inquiry into the moral and physical capacities and faculties necessary in those who were to examine the intelligence, aptitude for labor, and sound health of the applicants for government service,—­three indispensable qualities in men who are to bear the burden of public affairs and should do their business well and quickly.  But this careful study, the result of ten years’ observation and experience, and of a long acquaintance with men and things obtained by intercourse with the various functionaries in the different ministries, would assuredly have, to those who did not see its purport and connection, an air of treachery and police espial.  If a single page of these papers were to fall under the eye of those concerned, Monsieur Rabourdin was lost.  Sebastien, who admired his chief without reservation, and who was, as yet, wholly ignorant of the evils of bureaucracy, had the follies of guilelessness as well as its grace.  Blamed on a former occasion for carrying away these papers, he now bravely acknowledged his fault to its fullest extent; he related how he had put away both the memorandum and the copy carefully in a box in the office where no one would ever find them.  Tears rolled from his eyes as he realized the greatness of his offence.

“Come, come!” said Rabourdin, kindly.  “Don’t be so imprudent again, but never mind now.  Go to the office very early tomorrow morning; here is the key of a small safe which is in my roller secretary; it shuts with a combination lock.  You can open it with the word ‘sky’; put the memorandum and your copy into it and shut it carefully.”

This proof of confidence dried the poor fellow’s tears.  Rabourdin advised him to take a cup of tea and some cakes.

“Mamma forbids me to drink tea, on account of my chest,” said Sebastien.

“Well, then, my dear child,” said the imposing Madame Rabourdin, who wished to appear gracious, “here are some sandwiches and cream; come and sit by me.”