Andre-Louis told him frankly all that there was to tell.  “Do you know that you are an amazement to me?” said the deputy.  “From the robe to the buskin, and now from the buskin to the sword!  What will be the end of you, I wonder?”

“The gallows, probably.”

“Pish!  Be serious.  Why not the toga of the senator in senatorial France?  It might be yours now if you had willed it so.”

“The surest way to the gallows of all,” laughed Andre-Louis.

At the moment Le Chapelier manifested impatience.  I wonder did the phrase cross his mind that day four years later when himself he rode in the death-cart to the Greve.

“We are sixty-six Breton deputies in the Assembly.  Should a vacancy occur, will you act as suppleant?  A word from me together with the influence of your name in Rennes and Nantes, and the thing is done.”

Andre-Louis laughed outright.  “Do you know, Isaac, that I never meet you but you seek to thrust me into politics?”

“Because you have a gift for politics.  You were born for politics.”

“Ah, yes — Scaramouche in real life.  I’ve played it on the stage.  Let that suffice.  Tell me, Isaac, what news of my old friend, La Tour d’Azyr?”

“He is here in Versailles, damn him — a thorn in the flesh of the Assembly.  They’ve burnt his chateau at La Tour d’Azyr.  Unfortunately he wasn’t in it at the time.  The flames haven’t even singed his insolence.  He dreams that when this philosophic aberration is at an end, there will be serfs to rebuild it for him.”

“So there has been trouble in Brittany?” Andre-Louis had become suddenly grave, his thoughts swinging to Gavrillac.

“An abundance of it, and elsewhere too.  Can you wonder?  These delays at such a time, with famine in the land?  Chateaux have been going up in smoke during the last fortnight.  The peasants took their cue from the Parisians, and treated every castle as a Bastille.  Order is being restored, there as here, and they are quieter now.”

“What of Gavrillac?  Do you know?”

“I believe all to be well.  M. de Kercadiou was not a Marquis de La Tour d’Azyr.  He was in sympathy with his people.  It is not likely that they would injure Gavrillac.  But don’t you correspond with your godfather?”

“In the circumstances — no.  What you tell me would make it now more difficult than ever, for he must account me one of those who helped to light the torch that has set fire to so much belonging to his class.  Ascertain for me that all is well, and let me know.”

“I will, at once.”

At parting, when Andre-Louis was on the point of stepping into his cabriolet to return to Paris, he sought information on another matter.

“Do you happen to know if M. de La Tour d’Azyr has married?” he asked.

“I don’t; which really means that he hasn’t.  One would have heard of it in the case of that exalted Privileged.”