My friends of Arras have elected me to the Third Estate of Artois." "Dieu! How I envy you!" exclaimed La Boulaye, to cry out a moment later in the pain to which Duhamel's well-intentioned operations were subjecting him.

"I would it might be mine," he added presently, "to take a hand in legislation, and the mending of it; for as it stands at present it is inferior far to the lawless anarchy of the aborigines.
Among them, at least, the conditions are more normal, they offer better balance between faculty and execution; they are by far more propitious to happiness and order than is this broken wreck of civilisation that we call France.

It is to equality alone," he continued, warming to his subject, "that Nature has attached the preservation of our social faculties, and all legislation that aims at being efficient should be directed to the establishment of equality.

As it is, the rich will always prefer their own fortune to that of the State, whilst the poor will never love--nor can love--a condition of laws that leaves them in misery." Robespierre eyed the young man in some surprise.

His delivery was impassioned, and although in what he said there was perhaps nothing that was fresh to the lawyer of Arras, yet the manner in which he said it was impressive to a degree.
"But Duhamel," he cried to the schoolmaster, "you did not tell me this young patriot was an orator." "Nor am I, Monsieur," smiled La Boulaye.