It was used. The Squire stayed till it was necessary to invite him, then accepted the invitation, and Catherine found herself dispensing boiled mutton to him, while Robert supplied him with some very modest claret, the sort of wine which a man who drinks none thinks it necessary to have in the house, and watched the nervousness of their little parlor-maid with a fellow-feeling which made it difficult for him during the early part of the meal to keep a perfectly straight countenance. After a while, however, both he and Catherine were ready to admit that the Squire was making himself agreeable. He talked of Paris, of a conversation he had had with M. Renan, whose name luckily was quite unknown to Catherine, as to the state of things in the French Chamber. ‘A set of chemists and quill-drivers,’ he said contemptuously; ‘but as Renan remarked to me, there is one thing to be said for a government of that sort, “Ils ne font pas la guerre.” And so long as they don’t run France into adventures, and a man can keep a roof over his head and a son in his pocket, the men of letters at any rate can rub along. The really interesting thing in France just now is not French politics--Heaven save the mark!--but French scholarship. There never was so little original genius going in Paris, and there never was so much good work being done.’ Robert thought the point of view eminently characteristic. ‘Catholicism, I suppose,’ he said, ‘as a force to be reckoned with, is dwindling more and more?’ ‘Absolutely dead,’ said the Squire emphatically, ‘as an intellectual force. They haven’t got a writer, scarcely a preacher. Not one decent book has been produced on that side for years.’ ‘And the Protestants, too,’ said Robert, ‘have lost all their best men of late,’ and he mentioned one or two well-known French Protestant names. ‘Oh, as to French Protestantism ‘--and the Squire’s shrug was superb--‘Teutonic Protestantism is in the order of things, so to speak, but _Latin_ Protestantism! There is no more sterile hybrid in the world!’. Then, becoming suddenly aware that he might have said something inconsistent with his company, the Squire stopped abruptly. Robert, catching Catherine’s quick compression of the lips, was grateful to him, and the conversation moved on in another direction.