"I can recommend him," said the Abbé, "as intelligent, industrious, and of an excellent character; one of the best pupils of Louis-le-Grand, and recently chosen as most worthy the honour of welcoming the King and Queen, who visited the college on their way to the Pantheon." "And his name?" asked Monsieur de Pontivy. "Maximilien de Robespierre." "And may I ask your lordship's reason for the particular interest taken in this young man?" "Why, yes, of course! He comes from Arras, and was commended to me by the bishop of that town, with excellent testimonials from a priest of my diocese. I gave him a grant for the college, and as he has succeeded so far, I shall be glad to see him make his way. And, after all, are we not generally interested in the welfare of those we have helped--a feeling which you doubtless understand, Monsieur de Pontivy, since it is but human?" "I understand it so well that I will take your nominee." "Into your own service?" "Yes, into my service. Pray do not thank me. I was in urgent need of one, and am too glad to accept him on your recommendation." It was true, for Monsieur de Pontivy with his manifold occupations was at the moment without a secretary, and anxious to fill up the post so soon as he could find a worthy candidate. The offer of the Abbé was doubly acceptable to him as an opportunity to oblige a Rohan, and to enlist in his service a young man who had been chosen before all his fellow-students as most worthy to welcome the King and Queen. The next day Robespierre was installed at the Hôtel de Pontivy. After some preliminary questions as to his parentage, his studies, his college life, Monsieur de Pontivy had adroitly brought the conversation to bear on the visit of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette. The young man gave a detailed account, standing in a respectful attitude, his eyes lowered, and with an appearance of modesty, which to a mind less vain than that of Monsieur de Pontivy's would have suggested more self-sufficiency than was desirable. "And the King, what did he say? And the Queen?" "Their majesties did not speak to me," said the young man, rather confused. "Ah!" exclaimed Monsieur de Pontivy, visibly satisfied. "But the King smiled," continued Robespierre, "and received me graciously." "And the Queen?" The young man hesitated, but drawing himself up resolutely under the searching glance of the Councillor, he answered-- "Her Majesty was equally gracious."