"Even if it were not a real pleasure for me to assist you in your good works, it would be my duty to accept the office." "Now, M. l'Abbé, if you will allow it, my friend will read you the plan decided upon." "Since you are so obliging, _my friend_," said Jacques Ferrand, with bitterness, "read it yourself. Spare me this trouble, I pray you." "No, no," answered Polidori, casting a look at the notary which he well understood, "it gives me great pleasure to hear from your own lips the noble sentiments which have guided you in this work of philanthropy." "So be it--I will read," said the notary, hastily, taking up a paper which lay upon his desk. Polidori, for a long time the accomplice of Jacques Ferrand, knew the crimes and secret thoughts of the scoundrel; hence he could not suppress a malicious smile on seeing him forced to read this paper, dictated by Rudolph. As will be seen, the prince showed himself inexorable in the logical manner with which he punished the notary. Lustful--he tortured him by lust. Covetous--by covetousness. Hypocritical-- by hypocrisy. For Rudolph had chosen this venerable abbé to be the agent for the restitutions and expiations imposed upon Jacques Fervand, because he wished doubly to punish him for having, by his detestable hypocrisy, obtained the esteem and affection of the good priest. Was it not, in effect, a great punishment for this hideous impostor--this hardened criminal, to be constrained to practice, at length, the Christian virtues which he had so often feigned to possess, and this time _really_ to deserve the just eulogiums of a respectable priest who had been his dupe? Jacques Ferrand read the following note with feelings imagined. _"Establishment of the Bank for Workmen out of Work."_ 'Love ye one another.'