“Now let me speak!” cried Paul Zouche excitedly; “There is another root to the matter,--a root like that of a certain tropical orchid, which according to superstition, is shaped like a man, and utters a shriek when it is pulled out of the earth! Pull out this screaming mystery,--hatred of kings! In the first place it is because they are hateful in themselves,--because they have been brought up and educated to take an immeasurable and all-absorbing interest in their own identity, rather than in the lives, hopes and aims of their subjects. In the second--as soon as they occupy thrones, they become overbearing to their best friends. It is a well-known fact that the more loyal and faithful you are to a king, the more completely is he neglectful of you! ‘Put not your trust in princes,’ sang old David. He knew how untrustworthy they were, being a king himself, and a pious one to boot! Thirdly and lastly,--they only give their own personal attention to their concubines, and leave all their honest and respectable subjects to be dealt with by servants and secretaries. Our King, for example, never smiles so graciously as on Madame Vantine, the wife of Vantine the wine-grower;--and he buys Vantine’s wines as well as his wife, which brings in a double profit to the firm!” Leroy looked up. “Are you sure of that?” Zouche met his eyes with a stare and a laugh. “Sure? Of course I am sure! By my faith, your resemblance to his Majesty is somewhat striking to-night, my bold Leroy! The same straight brows--the same inscrutable, woman-conquering smile! I studied his portrait after the offer of the hundred golden pieces--and I swear you might be his twin brother!” “I told you so!” replied Leroy imperturbably;--“It is a hateful resemblance! I wish I could rid myself of it. Still after all, there is something unique in being countenanced like a King, and minded as a Socialist!” “True!” put in Thord gently;--“I am satisfied, Pasquin Leroy, that you are an honest comrade!” Leroy met his eyes with a grave smile, and touched his glass by way of acknowledgement. “You do not ask me,” he said then, “whether I have been able to serve your Cause in any way since last we met?” “This is not our regular meeting,” said Johan Zegota; “We ask no questions till the general monthly assembly.” “I see!” And Leroy looked whimsically meditative--“Still, as we are all friends and brothers here, there is no harm in conveying to you the fact that I have so far moved, in the appointed way, that Carl Pérousse has ordered the discovery and arrest of one Pasquin Leroy, supposed to be a spy on the military defences of the city!” Lotys gave a little cry. “Not possible! So soon!” “Quite possible, Madame,” said Leroy inclining his head towards her deferentially. “I have lost no time in doing my duty!” And his eyes flashed upon her with a passionate, half-eager questioning. “I must carry out my Chief’s commands!”