“That’s it,” said Danton.  “And not a job for a prentice hand, I can assure you.

“Ah, but this alters things,” said Andre-Louis, thinking aloud.  “It offers a great temptation.”

“Why, then... ?” The Colossus took a step towards him again.

“Wait!” He put up his hand.  Then with chin sunk on his breast, he paced away to the window, musing.

Le Chapelier and Danton exchanged glances, then watched him, waiting, what time he considered.

At first he almost wondered why he should not of his own accord have decided upon some such course as this to settle that long-standing account of M. de La Tour d’Azyr.  What was the use of this great skill in fence that he had come to acquire, unless he could turn it to account to avenge Vilmorin, and to make Aline safe from the lure of her own ambition?  It would be an easy thing to seek out La Tour d’Azyr, put a mortal affront upon him, and thus bring him to the point.  To-day this would be murder, murder as treacherous as that which La Tour d’Azyr had done upon Philippe de Vilmorin; for to-day the old positions were reversed, and it was Andre-Louis who might go to such an assignation without a doubt of the issue.  It was a moral obstacle of which he made short work.  But there remained the legal obstacle he had expounded to Danton.  There was still a law in France; the same law which he had found it impossible to move against La Tour d’Azyr, but which would move briskly enough against himself in like case.  And then, suddenly, as if by inspiration, he saw the way — a way which if adopted would probably bring La Tour d’Azyr to a poetic justice, bring him, insolent, confident, to thrust himself upon Andre-Louis’ sword, with all the odium of provocation on his own side.

He turned to them again, and they saw that he was very pale, that his great dark eyes glowed oddly.

“There will probably be some difficulty in finding a suppleant for this poor Lagron,” he said.  “Our fellow-countrymen will be none so eager to offer themselves to the swords of Privilege.”

“True enough,” said Le Chapelier gloomily; and then, as if suddenly leaping to the thing in Andre-Louis’ mind:  “Andre!” he cried.  “Would you... "

“It is what I was considering.  It would give me a legitimate place in the Assembly.  If your Tour d’Azyrs choose to seek me out then, why, their blood be upon their own heads.  I shall certainly do nothing to discourage them.”  He smiled curiously.  “I am just a rascal who tries to be honest — Scaramouche always, in fact; a creature of sophistries.  Do you think that Ancenis would have me for its representative?”

“Will it have Omnes Omnibus for its representative?” Le Chapelier was laughing, his countenance eager.  “Ancenis will be convulsed with pride.  It is not Rennes or Nantes, as it might have been had you wished it.  But it gives you a voice for Brittany.”

“I should have to go to Ancenis... "