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388 government to itself—whether it be the nobles, the clergy, the bourgeoisie, or the proletariat. For government by any one class is fatal to the welfare of the whole. Two years ago our ideal seemed to have been realized. The monopoly of power had been taken from the class that had held it too long and too unjustly by the hollow right of heredity. It had been distributed as evenly as might be throughout the State, and if men had only paused there, all would have been well. But our impetus carried us too far, the privileged orders goaded us on by their very opposition, and the result is the horror of which yesterday you saw no more than the beginnings. No, no," he ended. "Careers there may be for venal place-seekers, for opportunists; but none for a man who desires to respect himself. It is time to go. I make no sacrifice in going."

"But where will you go? What will you do?"

"Oh, something. Consider that in four years I have been lawyer, politician, swordsman, and buffoon—especially the latter.  There is always a place in the world for Scaramouche.  Besides, do you know that unlike Scaramouche I have been oddly provident?  I am the owner of a little farm in Saxony.  I think that agriculture might suit me.  It is a meditative occupation; and when all is said, I am not a man of action.  I have n't the qualities for the part."

She looked up into his face, and there was a wistful smile in her deep blue eyes.

"Is there any part for which you have not the qualities, I wonder?"

"Do you really? Yet you cannot say that I have made a success of any of those which I have played.  I have always ended by running away.  I am running away now from a thriving fencing-academy, which is likely to become the property of Le Duc.  That comes of having gone into politics, from which I am also running away.  It is the one thing in which I really excel.  That, too, is an attribute of Scaramouche."

"Why will you always be deriding yourself?" she wondered.