Throne 'in case the present Branch should fail;' and Philippe,
they say, walked anxiously, in silence, through the corridors, till such
high argument were done: but it came all to nothing; Mirabeau, glaring
into the man, and through him, had to ejaculate in strong untranslatable
language: Ce j--f--ne vaut pas la peine qu'on se donne pour lui. It
came all to nothing; and in the meanwhile Philippe's money, they say, is
gone! Could he refuse a little cash to the gifted Patriot, in want
only of that; he himself in want of all but that? Not a pamphlet can
be printed without cash; or indeed written, without food purchasable by
cash. Without cash your hopefullest Projector cannot stir from the spot:
individual patriotic or other Projects require cash: how much more do
wide-spread Intrigues, which live and exist by cash; lying widespread,
with dragon-appetite for cash; fit to swallow Princedoms! And so Prince
Philippe, amid his Sillerys, Lacloses, and confused Sons of Night, has
rolled along: the centre of the strangest cloudy coil; out of which
has visibly come, as we often say, an Epic Preternatural Machinery
of SUSPICION; and within which there has dwelt and worked,--what
specialties of treason, stratagem, aimed or aimless endeavour towards
mischief, no party living (if it be not the Presiding Genius of it,
Prince of the Power of the Air) has now any chance to know. Camille's
conjecture is the likeliest: that poor Philippe did mount up, a little
way, in treasonable speculation, as he mounted formerly in one of the
earliest Balloons; but, frightened at the new position he was getting
into, had soon turned the cock again, and come down. More fool than he
rose! To create Preternatural Suspicion, this was his function in
the Revolutionary Epos. But now if he have lost his cornucopia of
ready-money, what else had he to lose? In thick darkness, inward and
outward, he must welter and flounder on, in that piteous death-element,
the hapless man. Once, or even twice, we shall still behold him emerged;
struggling out of the thick death-element: in vain. For one moment,
it is the last moment, he starts aloft, or is flung aloft, even into
clearness and a kind of memorability,--to sink then for evermore!

The Cote Droit persists no less; nay with more animation than ever,
though hope has now well nigh fled. Tough Abbe Maury, when the obscure
country Royalist grasps his hand with transport of thanks, answers,
rolling his indomitable brazen