Then he picked it up and handed it to Maniflore.

“Madam,” said he with a bow, “you have dropped a household utensil.”

He could not prevent the heroine from being taken to the police-station; but he had her immediately released and afterwards he employed all his influence to stop the prosecution.

The second conviction of Pyrot was Greatauk’s last victory.

Justice Chaussepied, who had formerly liked soldiers so much, and esteemed their justice so highly, being now enraged with the military judges, quashed their judgments as a monkey cracks nuts.  He rehabilitated Pyrot a second time; he would, if necessary, have rehabilitated him five hundred times.

Furious at having been cowards and at having allowed themselves to be deceived and made game of, the Republicans turned against the monks and clergy.  The deputies passed laws of expulsion, separation, and spoliation against them.  What Father Cornemuse had foreseen took place.  That good monk was driven from the Wood of Conils.  Treasury officers confiscated his retorts and his stills, and the liquidators divided amongst them his bottles of St. Oberosian liqueur.  The pious distiller lost the annual income of three million five hundred thousand francs that his products procured for him.  Father Agaric went into exile, abandoning his school into the hands of laymen, who soon allowed it to fall into decay.  Separated from its foster-mother, the State, the Church of Penguinia withered like a plucked flower.

The victorious defenders of the innocent man now abused each other and overwhelmed each other reciprocally with insults and calumnies.  The vehement Kerdanic hurled himself upon Phoenix as if ready to devour him.  The wealthy Jews and the seven hundred Pyrotists turned away with disdain from the socialist comrades whose aid they had humbly implored in the past.

“We know you no longer,” said they.  “To the devil with you and your social justice.  Social justice is the defence of property.”

Having been elected a Deputy and chosen to be the leader of the new majority, comrade Larrivee was appointed by the Chamber and public opinion to the Premiership.  He showed himself an energetic defender of the military tribunals that had condemned Pyrot.  When his former socialist comrades claimed a little more justice and liberty for the employes of the State as well as for manual workers, he opposed their proposals in an eloquent speech.

“Liberty,” said he, “is not licence.  Between order and disorder my choice is made:  revolution is impotence.  Progress has no more formidable enemy than violence.  Gentlemen, those who, as I am, are anxious for reform, ought to apply themselves before everything else to cure this agitation which enfeebles government just as fever exhausts those who are ill.  It is time to reassure honest people.”

This speech was received with applause.  The government of the Republic remained in subjection to the great financial companies, the army was exclusively devoted to the defence of capital, while the fleet was designed solely to procure fresh orders for the mine-owners.  Since the rich refused to pay their just share of the taxes, the poor, as in the past, paid for them.