Harper's New Monthly Magazine Vol. IV, No. 19, Dec 1851Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine Vol. IV, No. 19, Dec 1851
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American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
"As to that memoir of which we were speaking t'other night, monsieur, it
would be exceedingly interesting just now; and I have no doubt that you
will see the propriety of confiding to me what you already promised to
Monsieur de Maurepas. That will do, Geoffroy; leave us."
The servant retired, and we were once more alone.
"I possess no secrets, sir, worthy the notice of the Minister of
Police," said I boldly.
"Of that I may presume to be the better judge," said Fouché calmly. "But
waiving this question, there is another of some importance. You have,
partly by accident, partly by a boldness not devoid of peril, obtained
some little insight into the habits and details of this Ministry; at
least, you have seen enough to suspect more, and misrepresent what you
can not comprehend. Now, sir, there is an almost universal custom in all
secret societies, of making those who intrude surreptitiously within
their limits, to take every oath and pledge of that society, and to
assume every responsibility that attaches to its voluntary members--"
"Excuse my interrupting you, sir; but my intrusion was purely
involuntary; I was made the dupe of a police spy."
"Having ascertained which," resumed he, coldly, "your wisest policy
would have been to have kept the whole incident for yourself alone, and
neither have uttered one syllable about it, nor ventured to come here,
as you have done, to display what you fancy to be your power over the
Minister of Police. You are a very young man, and the lesson may
possibly be of service to you; and never forget that to attempt a
contest of address with those whose habits have taught them every wile
and subtlety of their fellow-men, will always be a failure. This
Ministry would be a sorry engine of government if men of your stamp
could out-wit it."
I stood abashed and confused under a rebuke which, at the same time, I
felt to be but half deserved.
"Do you understand Spanish?" asked he suddenly.
"No, sir, not a word."
"I'm sorry for it; you should learn that language without loss of time.
Leave your address with my secretary, and call here by Monday or Tuesday
next."
"If I may presume so far, sir," said I, with a great effort to seem
collected, "I would infer that your intention is to employ me in some
capacity or other. It is, therefore, better I should say at once, I have
neither the ability nor the desire for such occupation. I have always
been a soldier. Whatever reverses of fortune I may meet with, I would
wish still to continue in the same career. At all events, I could never
become a--a--"
"Spy. Say the word out; its meaning conveys nothing offensive to my
ears, young man. I may grieve over the corruption that requires such a
system; but I do not confound the remedy with the disease."
"My sentiments are different, sir," said I resolutely, as I moved toward
the door. "I have the honor to wish you a good morning."
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