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make a fair copy of the document.
word for word. When this was ac-
complished, h locked the two papers
away n went to bed.
She awoke an hour after dawn.
dressed without calling Rosine. and
taking from the bureau the original
document, folded 1t in a sheet of paper.
sealed. Then, placing the parcel in
her pocket, h left the house.
She had put on her plaincst dress
and a veil which almost hid her fea-
lures, so that she might pass un-
noticed through the early morning
streets. Her plan OF campaign was
now quite clearly mapped out before
her. and though she had no friend in
Paris in whom she could implicitly
place her trust, her genius had dis
covered a man the soul of honor, a
man whom she could trust and more
over a man who walked fearless OF
the king and De Sartines.
She had left now the broader streets
and inquiring her way as she went.
found at last the Rue Plastriere. a
street rather gone to decay. Some OF
the houses in the street We're of great
antiquity. gabled and weathercocked.
sunken in their foundations by age;
remnants of that Paris which once
showed Its fantasy of roofs, vanes,
spires and towers to the sun: the Paris
of Louis XI, half university, a city:
the Paris of Villon and Rabelais.
through which in the winter wolves
prOwled; dominated by Notre Dame
and the gibbetss of Montfaucon.
At one of these old houses Madame
Linden paused, verified the number.
and then, going up the two steps that
led to the doorway, rang h Queasy
bell.
Scarcely had she released the handle
when the door opened and a man APP
peared. He was gray bearded, shabby
and rusty, attired in ! snuff colored
coat the worse for wes,., and a broad
brimmed hat: he carried a book under
his arm and it was quite evident that
he had not opened the door in reply to
the summons. for. when he saw the
yelled figure of the oma he started
back.
What do you want?" said he. hold
ing the door in such Il way that he
could clap it to at a moments notice.
Monsieur" replied the baroness,
who, despite the desperate seriousness
Of her mission, could scarcely restrain
her mirth at the appearance of tho
book worm and his evident alarm. 7
want an interview with you on a mat
ter of The utmost Importance to one
Of your friends"
You know me them"
ooh, monsieur, all Europe knows you.
and though l have never seen you be-
! fore. yet recognize you at once"
The book worm, allured by the
voice of the chaImer, came forward
and. closing the door behind him, stood
on the step. :.
He had a mirthless face, a face
l IN nnrnt NIL. ..,~vini~~o r~J tr% -, ~ NJ,
an extraordinary face, SO nue. of
greatness and OF littleness did it con
tain; the face of a practical man and
a dreamer-he had ever forgotten to
wash 1t that morning. just as he had
forgotten to brush, his coat, which he
held tightly clasped about him with
one thin hand, as If to fend off the APP
p%roaches of h World.
Thus in the early morning bright
ness stood Monsieur Rousseau of
Geneva, a most difficult subject to deal
with, as Madame Linden perceived.
despite her veil. Soft words were .of
no use as a first approach to this
evasive and self centered nature.
We'll, monsieur" she went on. II
can compliment you on nan things.
but there is n thing on which I can
not ,felicttate you, and that is your
sense of hospitality"
Madame" said Rousseau, taken
aback, Il am bound on an early morn
ing visit to my friend Monsieur de
Rennes. Besides, madame, I do not
know you"
Therefore, you clap your door In
my face? All, monsieur, how easy 1t
is to be a philosopher; to order an
IemperOr out of your sunlight, to clap
your door in the face Of a woman!
Come, l will explain myself, then, in
the open air, If you will allow me to
wa1k hocid0 x,nr dnyrn tho Ctront AID
now, directly to my point, your friend
Monsieur lie Comte de Lussac is in
prison."
I'm PRISON."
I'm the fortress Of the Bastile,
caught in the tolls of Monsieur de
Sartines. who will devour him as sure
~ as a spider devoursNa fy. ii I do not
come to his assistance"
Now Rosseau had a real fondness for
his disciple, De Lussac, but Rosseau,
though he preached unrest, was no
conspirator; he knew nothing of the
Society Of the Midi; he was a philos-
opher, a musician, a thinker; his social
contract did not include f1sticuffs.
Madame" said he. stopping and
facing her, what you tell me disturbs
me deeply. In prison! And what has
this unfortunate young man done?'
This unfortunate young man, mon
lsieur. has simply been carrying out in
practice what you preach in theory.
You have made him disconnected with
the world as it is. and he has been
trying to upset it, succeeding only in
nearly upsetting Monsieur de Sar-
tines COACH"
"Upsetting Monsieur de Sartines'
coach?'
II speak figuratively, monsieur. He
has been conspiring against the social
order. and h social order has placed
him in prison."