these pets of Monsieur le marechal and Monsieur le duc?  ‘Thank you, my dear Antoine, thank you,’ with a gracious nod!  Pack of sluggards! go to work, or you’ll bring another revolution about your ears.  Didn’t see such goings-on under Monsieur Robert Lindet.  I know, for I served my apprenticeship under Robert Lindet.  The clerks had to work in his day!  You ought to have seen how they scratched paper here till midnight; why, the stoves went out and nobody noticed it.  It was all because the guillotine was there! now-a-days they only mark ’em when they come in late!”

“Uncle Antoine,” said Gabriel, “as you are so talkative this morning, just tell us what you think a clerk really ought to be.”

“A government clerk,” replied Antoine, gravely, “is a man who sits in a government office and writes.  But there, there, what am I talking about?  Without the clerks, where should we be, I’d like to know?  Go along and look after your stoves and mind you never say harm of a government clerk, you fellows.  Gabriel, the stove in the large office draws like the devil; you must turn the damper.”

Antoine stationed himself at a corner of the landing whence he could see all the officials as they entered the porte-cochere; he knew every one at the ministry, and watched their behavior, observing narrowly the contrasts in their dress and appearance.

The first to arrive after Sebastien was a clerk of deeds in Rabourdin’s office named Phellion, a respectable family-man.  To the influence of his chief he owed a half-scholarship for each of his two sons in the College Henri IV.; while his daughter was being educated gratis at a boarding school where his wife gave music lessons and he himself a course of history and one of geography in the evenings.  He was about forty-five years of age, sergeant-major of his company in the National Guard, very compassionate in feeling and words, but wholly unable to give away a penny.  Proud of his post, however, and satisfied with his lot, he applied himself faithfully to serve the government, believed he was useful to his country, and boasted of his indifference to politics, knowing none but those of the men in power.  Monsieur Rabourdin pleased him highly whenever he asked him to stay half an hour longer to finish a piece of work.  On such occasions he would say, when he reached home, “Public affairs detained me; when a man belongs to the government he is no longer master of himself.”  He compiled books of questions and answers on various studies for the use of young ladies in boarding-schools.  These little “solid treatises,” as he called them, were sold at the University library under the name of “Historical and Geographic Catechisms.”  Feeling himself in duty bound to offer a copy of each volume, bound in red morocco, to Monsieur Rabourdin, he always came in full dress to present them, —­breeches and silk stockings, and shoes with gold buckles.  Monsieur Phellion received his friends on Thursday evenings, on which occasions the company played bouillote, at five sous a game, and were regaled with cakes and beer.  He had never yet dared to invite Monsieur Rabourdin to honor him with his presence, though he would have regarded such an event as the most distinguished of his life.  He said if he could leave one of his sons following in the steps of Monsieur Rabourdin he should die the happiest father in the world.