<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XLIV" id="CHAPTER_XLIV">CHAPTER XLIV.</SPAN><br/> <span class="chapterhead">THE PLAN OF ACTION.</span></h2>
<p><span class="firstwords">Sartines</span> had allowed himself to sleep late, as he had managed
the multitude very well during the dauphiness' reception,
and he was trying on new wigs at noon as a kind of holiday
when Chevalier Jean Dubarry was announced.</p>
<p>The minister of police was sure that nothing unpleasant
had occurred, as the favorite's brother was smiling.</p>
<p>"What brings you so early?"</p>
<p>"To begin with," replied Jean, always ready to flatter those
of whom he wanted to make use, "I am bound to compliment<SPAN name="Page_198" id="Page_198"></SPAN>
you on the admirable way in which you regulated the processions."</p>
<p>"Is this official?"</p>
<p>"Quite, so far as Luciennes is <SPAN name="tn_png_200"></SPAN><!--TN: Quote added after "concerned."-->concerned."</p>
<p>"Is not that ample—does not the Sun rise in that quarter?"</p>
<p>"It goes down there very often, eh?" and the pair laughed.
"But, the compliments apart, I have a service to ask of you."</p>
<p>"Two, if you like."</p>
<p>"Tell me if anything lost in Paris can be found?"</p>
<p>"Yes, whether worthless or very valuable."</p>
<p>"My object of search is not worth much," responded Jean,
shaking his head. "Only a young fellow of eighteen, named
Gilbert, who was in the service of the Taverneys in Lorraine,
but was picked up on the road by my sister Chon. She took
him to Luciennes, where he abused the hospitality."</p>
<p>"Stole something?"</p>
<p>"I do not say so, but he took flight in a suspicious manner."</p>
<p>"Have you any clue to his hiding place?"</p>
<p>"I met him at the fountain at the corner of Plastrière
Street, where I suppose he is living, and I believe I could lay
my hand on the very house."</p>
<p>"All right, I will send a sure agent, who will take him out
of it!"</p>
<p>"The fact is, this is a special affair, and I should like you
to manage it without a third party."</p>
<p>"Oh, in that case, let me pick out a becoming wig and I am
with you."</p>
<p>"I have a carriage below."</p>
<p>"Thank you, I prefer my own; it gets a new coat of paint
every month, so as not to betray me."</p>
<p>He had tried on his twentieth peruke when the carriage
was waiting at the door.</p>
<p>"There it is, the dirty house," said Jean, pointing in the
direction of a dwelling in Plastrière street.</p>
<p>"Whew!" said Sartines, "dash me if I did not suspect this.
You are unlucky, for that is the dwelling of Rousseau, of
Geneva."</p>
<p>"The scribbler? What does that matter?"</p>
<p>"It matters that Rousseau is a man to be dreaded."</p>
<p>"Pooh! it is not likely my little man will be harbored by a
celebrity."</p>
<p>"Why not, as you nicknamed him a philosopher? Birds of
a feather—you know——"</p>
<p>"Suppose it is so. Why not put this Rousseau in the Bastille
if he is in our way?"</p>
<p>"Well, he would be more in our way there than here. You
see the mob likes to throw stones at him, but they would pelt
us if he was no longer their target, and they want him for
themselves. But let us see into this. Sit back in the carriage."</p>
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<p>He referred to a notebook.</p>
<p>"I have it. If your young blade is with Rousseau, when
would he have met him?"</p>
<p>"Say, on the sixteenth instant."</p>
<p>"Good! he returned from botanizing in Meudon Wood on
the seventeenth with a youth, and this stranger stayed all night
under his roof. You are crossed by luck. Give it up or you
would have all the philosophers against us in riot."</p>
<p>"Oh, Lord! what will sister Jeanne say?"</p>
<p>"Oh, does the countess want the lad? Why not coax him
out, and then we would nab him, anywhere not inside Rousseau's
house?"</p>
<p>"You might as well coax a hyena."</p>
<p>"I doubt it is so difficult. All you want is a go-between.
Let me see; a prince will not do; better one of these writers,
a poet, a philosopher or a bota—stay, I have him!"</p>
<p>"Gilbert?"</p>
<p>"Yes, through a botanist friend of Rousseau's. You know
Jussieu?"</p>
<p>"Yes, for the countess lets him prowl in her gardens and
rifle them."</p>
<p>"I begin to believe that you shall have your Gilbert, without
any noise. Rousseau will hand him over, pinioned, so to
say. So you go on making a trap for philosophers, according
to a plan I will give you, on vacant ground out Meudon or
Marly way. Now, let us be off, as the passengers are beginning
to stare at us. Home, coachman!"</p>
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