“Of forming a vast conspiracy and overthrowing the Republic, of re-establishing Crucho on the throne of the Draconides.”

Cornemuse moistened his lips with his tongue several times.  Then he said with unction: 

“Certainly the restoration of the Draconides is desirable; it is eminently desirable; and for my part, desire it with all my heart.  As for the Republic, you know what I think of it. . . .  But would it not te better to abandon it to its fate and let it die of the vices of its own constitution?  Doubtless, Agaric, what you propose is noble and generous.  It would be a fine thing to save this great and unhappy country, to re-establish it in its ancient splendour.  But reflect on it, we are Christians before we are Penguins.  And we must take heed not to compromise religion in political enterprises.”

Agaric replied eagerly: 

“Fear nothing.  We shall hold all the threads of the plot, but we ourselves shall remain in the background.  We shall not be seen.”

“Like flies in milk,” murmured the monk of Conils.

And turning his keen ruby-coloured eyes towards his brother monk: 

“Take care.  Perhaps the Republic is stronger than it seems.  Possibly, too, by dragging it out of the nerveless inertia in which it now rests we may only consolidate its forces.  Its malice is great; if we attack it, it will defend itself.  It makes bad laws which hardly affect us; if it is frightened it will make terrible ones against us.  Let us not lightly engage in an adventure in which we may get fleeced.  You think the opportunity a good one.  I don’t, and I am going to tell you why.  The present government is not yet known by everybody, that is to say, it is known by nobody.  It proclaims that it is the Public Thing, the common thing.  The populace believes it and remains democratic and Republican.  But patience!  This same people will one day demand that the public thing be the people’s thing.  I need not tell you how insolent, unregulated, and contrary to Scriptural polity such claims seem to me.  But the people will make them, and enforce them, and then there will be an end of the present government.  The moment cannot now be far distant; and it is then that we ought to act in the interests of our august body.  Let us wait.  What hurries us?  Our existence is not in peril.  It has not been rendered absolutely intolerable to us.  The Republic fails in respect and submission to us; it does not give the priests the honours it owes them.  But it lets us live.  And such is the excellence of our position that with us to live is to prosper.  The Republic is hostile to us, but women revere us.  President Formose does not assist at the celebration of our mysteries, but I have seen his wife and daughters at my feet.  They buy my phials by the gross.  I have no better clients even among the aristocracy.  Let us say what there is to be said for it.  There is no country in the world as good for priests and monks