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the boy live with him at nine hundred francs a year, of which I will

pay three, so that your son will cost you only six hundred francs,

without his living, in future. If the boy ever means to become a man

it can only be under a discipline like that. He'll come out of that

office, notary, solicitor, or barrister, as he may elect."



"Come, Oscar; thank our kind Monsieur Moreau, and don't stand there

like a stone post. All young men who commit follies have not the good

fortune to meet with friends who still take an interest in their

career, even after they have been injured by them."



"The best way to make your peace with me," said Moreau, pressing

Oscar's hand, "is to work now with steady application, and to conduct

yourself in future properly."







CHAPTER VIII



TRICKS AND FARCES OF THE EMBRYO LONG ROBE



Ten days later, Oscar was taken by Monsieur Moreau to Maitre

Desroches, solicitor, recently established in the rue de Bethisy, in a

vast apartment at the end of a narrow court-yard, for which he was

paying a relatively low price.



Desroches, a young man twenty-six years of age, born of poor parents,

and brought up with extreme severity by a stern father, had himself

known the condition in which Oscar now was. Accordingly, he felt an

interest in him, but the sort of interest which alone he could take,

checked by the apparent harshness that characterized him. The aspect

of this gaunt young man, with a muddy skin and hair cropped like a

clothes-brush, who was curt of speech and possessed a piercing eye and

a gloomy vivaciousness, terrified the unhappy Oscar.



"We work here day and night," said the lawyer, from the depths of his

armchair, and behind a table on which were papers, piled up like Alps.

"Monsieur Moreau, we won't kill him; but he'll have to go at our pace.

Monsieur Godeschal!" he called out.



Though the day was Sunday, the head-clerk appeared, pen in hand.



"Monsieur Godeschal, here's the pupil of whom I spoke to you. Monsieur

Moreau takes the liveliest interest in him. He will dine with us and

sleep in the small attic next to your chamber. You will allot the

exact time it takes to go to the law-school and back, so that he does

not lose five minutes on the way. You will see that he learns the Code

and is proficient in his classes; that is to say, after he has done

his work here, you will give him authors to read. In short, he is to

be under your immediate direction, and I shall keep an eye on it. They

want to make him what you have made yourself, a capable head-clerk,

against the time when he can take such a place himself. Go with

Monsieur Godeschal, my young friend; he'll show you your lodging, and

you can settle down in it. Did you notice Godeschal?" continued

Desroches, speaking to Moreau. "There's a fellow who, like me, has

nothing. His sister Mariette, the famous danseuse, is laying up her

money to buy him a practice in ten years. My clerks are young blades

who have nothing but their ten fingers to rely upon. So we all, my

five clerks and I, work as hard as a dozen ordinary fellows. But in

ten years I'll have the finest practice in Paris. In my office,

business and clients are a passion, and that's beginning to make

itself felt. I took Godeschal from Derville, where he was only just

made second clerk. He gets a thousand francs a year from me, and food

and lodging. But he's worth it; he is indefatigable. I love him, that

fellow! He has managed to live, as I did when a clerk, on six hundred

francs a year. What I care for above all is honesty, spotless

integrity; and when it is practised in such poverty as that, a man's a

man. For the slightest fault of that kind a clerk leaves my office."



"The lad is in a good school," thought Moreau.



For two whole years Oscar lived in the rue de Bethisy, a den of

pettifogging; for if ever that superannuated expression was applicable

to a lawyer's office, it was
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