“Come, Oscar; thank our kind Monsieur Moreau, and don’t stand there like a stone post.  All young men who commit follies have not the good fortune to meet with friends who still take an interest in their career, even after they have been injured by them.”

“The best way to make your peace with me,” said Moreau, pressing Oscar’s hand, “is to work now with steady application, and to conduct yourself in future properly.”

CHAPTER VIII

TRICKS AND FARCES OF THE EMBRYO LONG ROBE

Ten days later, Oscar was taken by Monsieur Moreau to Maitre Desroches, solicitor, recently established in the rue de Bethisy, in a vast apartment at the end of a narrow court-yard, for which he was paying a relatively low price.

Desroches, a young man twenty-six years of age, born of poor parents, and brought up with extreme severity by a stern father, had himself known the condition in which Oscar now was.  Accordingly, he felt an interest in him, but the sort of interest which alone he could take, checked by the apparent harshness that characterized him.  The aspect of this gaunt young man, with a muddy skin and hair cropped like a clothes-brush, who was curt of speech and possessed a piercing eye and a gloomy vivaciousness, terrified the unhappy Oscar.

“We work here day and night,” said the lawyer, from the depths of his armchair, and behind a table on which were papers, piled up like Alps.  “Monsieur Moreau, we won’t kill him; but he’ll have to go at our pace.  Monsieur Godeschal!” he called out.

Though the day was Sunday, the head-clerk appeared, pen in hand.

“Monsieur Godeschal, here’s the pupil of whom I spoke to you.  Monsieur Moreau takes the liveliest interest in him.  He will dine with us and sleep in the small attic next to your chamber.  You will allot the exact time it takes to go to the law-school and back, so that he does not lose five minutes on the way.  You will see that he learns the Code and is proficient in his classes; that is to say, after he has done his work here, you will give him authors to read.  In short, he is to be under your immediate direction, and I shall keep an eye on it.  They want to make him what you have made yourself, a capable head-clerk, against the time when he can take such a place himself.  Go with Monsieur Godeschal, my young friend; he’ll show you your lodging, and you can settle down in it.  Did you notice Godeschal?” continued Desroches, speaking to Moreau.  “There’s a fellow who, like me, has nothing.  His sister Mariette, the famous danseuse, is laying up her money to buy him a practice in ten years.  My clerks are young blades who have nothing but their ten fingers to rely upon.  So we all, my five clerks and I, work as hard as a dozen ordinary fellows.  But in ten years I’ll have the finest practice in Paris.  In my office, business and clients are a passion, and that’s beginning to make itself