“So much the better,” said Philippe; “I count on his courage for success; a coward would leave Issoudun.”

“Well,—­think of your mother who has been so devoted to you, and of your brother, whom you made your milch cow.”

“Ah! did he tell you that nonsense?” cried Philippe.

“Am I not the friend of the family, and don’t I know much more about you than they do?” asked Desroches.

“What do you know?” said Philippe.

“That you betrayed your comrades.”

“I!” exclaimed Philippe.  “I! a staff-officer of the Emperor!  Absurd!  Why, we fooled the Chamber of Peers, the lawyers, the government, and the whole of the damned concern.  The king’s people were completely hood-winked.”

“That’s all very well, if it was so,” answered the lawyer.  “But, don’t you see, the Bourbons can’t be overthrown; all Europe is backing them; and you ought to try to make your peace with the war department,—­you could do that readily enough if you were rich.  To get rich, you and your brother, you must lay hold of your uncle.  If you will take the trouble to manage an affair which needs great cleverness, patience, and caution, you have enough work before you to occupy your five years.”

“No, no,” cried Philippe, “I must take the bull by the horns at once.  This Maxence may alter the investment of the property and put it in that woman’s name; and then all would be lost.”

“Monsieur Hochon is a good adviser, and sees clearly; consult him.  You have your orders from the police; I have taken your place in the Orleans diligence for half-past seven o’clock this evening.  I suppose your trunk is ready; so, now come and dine.”

“I own nothing but what I have got on my back,” said Philippe, opening his horrible blue overcoat; “but I only need three things, which you must tell Giroudeau, the uncle of Finot, to send me,—­my sabre, my sword, and my pistols.”

“You need more than that,” said the lawyer, shuddering as he looked at his client.  “You will receive a quarterly stipend which will clothe you decently.”

“Bless me! are you here, Godeschal?” cried Philippe, recognizing in Desroches’s head-clerk, as they passed out, the brother of Mariette.

“Yes, I have been with Monsieur Desroches for the last two months.”

“And he will stay with me, I hope, till he gets a business of his own,” said Desroches.

“How is Mariette?” asked Philippe, moved at his recollections.

“She is getting ready for the opening of the new theatre.”

“It would cost her little trouble to get my sentence remitted,” said Philippe.  “However, as she chooses!”

After a meagre dinner, given by Desroches who boarded his head-clerk, the two lawyers put the political convict in the diligence, and wished him good luck.

CHAPTER XIV