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From the foot of the plinth rang the voice of the students making chorus to Le Chapelier, who was bidding Andre-Louis to seek shelter. "Come down! Come down at once! They'll murder you as they murdered La Riviere." "Let them!" He flung wide his arms in a gesture supremely theatrical, and laughed. "I stand here at their mercy.

The latter established another society on the plan of the old one, under the name of the club of '89. Sieyes, Chapelier, Lafayette, La Rochefoucauld directed it, as Lameth and Barnave directed that of the Jacobins. Mirabeau belonged to both, and by both was equally courted.

The tone of it brought him up short. He turned again, Le Chapelier with him. "I said M. de La Tour d'Azyr." "What has he to do with the proposal you were making me?" "He? Why, he is the phlebotomist in chief." And Le Chapelier added. "It is he who killed Lagron." "Not a friend of yours, is he?" wondered Danton.

Thither in his wake the members of that chamber came hurrying, summoned by the messages that Le Chapelier had issued during their progress.

Yet he might have been found in a house in the Rue du Hasard within a stone's throw of the Palais Royal, whither purest chance had conducted him. That which in his letter to Le Chapelier he represents as a contingency of the near future was, in fact, the case in which already he found himself. He was destitute.

"You may agree," wrote Andre-Louis from Paris to Le Chapelier, in a letter which survives, "that it is to be regretted I should definitely have discarded the livery of Scaramouche, since clearly there could be no livery fitter for my wear. It seems to be my part always to stir up strife and then to slip away before I am caught in the crash of the warring elements I have aroused.

One morning in August the academy in the Rue du Hasard was invaded by Le Chapelier accompanied by a man of remarkable appearance, whose herculean stature and disfigured countenance seemed vaguely familiar to Andre-Louis. He was a man of little, if anything, over thirty, with small bright eyes buried in an enormous face.

"If M. le Marquis should offer himself to be skewered, as he no doubt will." "I perceive the distinction," said M. Danton, and sneered. "You've an ingenious mind." He turned to Le Chapelier. "What did you say he was to begin with a lawyer, wasn't it?" "Yes, I was a lawyer, and afterwards a mountebank." "And this is the result!" "As you say.

"But M. Danton would not take my word for it that the proposal might not be to your taste." "I would not!" Danton broke in, bellowing. He swung upon Le Chapelier, brandishing his great arms. "You told me monsieur was a patriot. Patriotism knows no scruples. You call this mincing dancing-master a patriot?" "Would you, monsieur, out of patriotism consent to become an assassin?" "Of course I would.

Properly speaking, we should already at this date allude to him as the ci-devant Marquis de La Tour d'Azyr, for the time was September of 1790, two months after the passing on the motion of that downright Breton leveller, Le Chapelier of the decree that nobility should no more be hereditary than infamy; that just as the brand of the gallows must not defile the possibly worthy descendants of one who had been convicted of evil, neither should the blazon advertising achievement glorify the possibly unworthy descendants of one who had proved himself good.