city contains.

"It is in this enormous city," said he to himself, "that the just and
the unjust are joining battle."

And substituting a simple and magnificent poetry for the multiple and
vulgar reality, he represented to himself the Pyrot affair as a struggle
between good and bad angels. He awaited the eternal triumph of the
Sons of Light and congratulated himself on being a Child of the Day
confounding the Children of Night.

X. MR. JUSTICE CHAUSSEPIED

Hitherto blinded by fear, incautious and stupid before the bands of
Friar Douillard and the partisans of Prince Crucho, the Republicans at
last opened their eyes and grasped the real meaning of the Pyrot affair.
The deputies who had for two years turned pale at the shouts of the
patriotic crowds became, not indeed more courageous, but altered their
cowardice and blamed Robin Mielleux for disorders which their own
compliance had encouraged, and the instigators of which they had several
times slavishly congratulated. They reproached him for having imperilled
the Republic by a weakness which was really theirs and a timidity
which they themselves had imposed upon him. Some of them began to doubt
whether it was not to their interest to believe in Pyrot's innocence
rather than in his guilt, and thenceforward they felt a bitter anguish
at the thought that the unhappy man might have been wrongly convicted
and that in his aerial cage he might be expiating another man's crimes.
"I cannot sleep on account of it!" was what several members of Minister
Guillaumette's majority used to say. But these were ambitious to replace
their chief.

These generous legislators overthrew the cabinet, and the President of
the Republic put in Robin Mielleux's place, a patriarchal Republican
with a flowing beard, La Trinite by name, who, like most of the
Penguins, understood nothing about the affair, but thought that too many
monks were mixed up in it.

General Greatauk before leaving the Ministry of War, gave his final
advice to Pariler, the Chief of the Staff.

"I go and you remain," said he, as he shook hands with him. "The Pyrot
affair is my daughter; I confide her to you, she is worthy of your love
and your care; she is beautiful. Do not forget that her beauty loves
the shade, is leased with mystery, and likes to remain veiled. Great her
modesty with gentleness. Too many indiscreet looks have already profaned
her charms. . . . Panther, you desired proofs and you obtained them. Y