ard lot to wed a woman without
bowels--flint-heart--double-tongue----"

"I wager it was these ten years that taught him his eloquence!" said the
young man under his breath. But aloud he answered otherwise, for the
young girl had withdrawn into the small adjacent piece, leaving the men
to talk.

"And this?" said the Abbe John, indicating the dead man--"what are we to
do with this?"

The face of the Professor of Eloquence cleared.

"Luckily we are in a place where such accidents can easily be accounted
for. In a twinkle I will summon the servitors. They will find League
emblems and holy crosses all about him, candles burning at his head and
feet. The fight still rumbles without. It is but one more good Guisard
gone to his account, whom I brought hither out of my love for the Cause,
and that the Sorbonne might not be compromised."

Almost for the first time the student looked at his master with
admiration.

"Your love for the Cause----" he said. "Why, all the world knows that
you alone voted against the resolution of the assembled Sorbonne that it
was lawful to depose a king who refused to do his duty in persecuting
heretics!"

"I have repented," said the Professor of Eloquence--"deeply and sorely
repented. Surely, even in the theology of the Sorbonne, there is place
for repentance?"

"Place indeed," answered the young man boldly, "but the time is,
perhaps, a little ill-chosen."

However the Professor of Eloquence went on without heeding him.

"And in so far as this girl's goodwill is concerned, let that be your
part of the work. Her father, though a heretic, must be interred as a
son of the Church. It is the only course which will explain a dead man
among the themes in my robing-room. He has been in rebellion against the
King--but there is none to say against which king! It does not need
great wisdom to know that in Paris to-day, and especially in the
Sorbonne, to die fighting against the Lord's Anointed, and for the Duke
of Guise, is to receive the saint's aureole without ever a devil's
advocate to say you nay!"

"It is well known," commented the youth, "that you were ever of the
King's party--a Politique! It was even spoken of in the Council of the
Sixteen."

"Do you go seek your cousin, sirrah," said the Professor of Eloquence,
"and with her be very politic indeed!"

The Abbe John accepted the duty indicated with brisk alertness.

"Mind you, no love-making," said Dr. Anatole. "That would be not only