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de La Tour d'Azyr.
This it was that brought forcibly to his mind the self-imposed but
by now half-forgotten mission that he had made his own. He had
boasted that he would make the voice which M. de La Tour d'Azyr had
sought to silence ring through the length and breadth of the land.
And what had he done of all this that he had boasted? He had
incited the mob of Rennes and the mob of Nantes in such terms as
poor Philippe might have employed, and then because of a hue and
cry he had fled like a cur and taken shelter in the first kennel
that offered, there to lie quiet and devote himself to other
things - self-seeking things. What a fine contrast between the
promise and the fulfilment!
Thus Andre-Louis to himself in his self-contempt. And whilst he
trifled away his time and played Scaramouche, and centred all his
hopes in presently becoming the rival of such men as Chenier and
Mercier, M. de La Tour d'Azyr went his proud ways unchallenged
and wrought his will. It was idle to tell himself that the seed
he had sown was bearing fruit.


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