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      THE locksmith lifted his tumbler to his eye’s level, admired the liquor with pleasure, and said after sipping it with gratification:

      “Bless you, yes, plenty of locksmiths at Paris.”

      He drank a few drops more.

      “Ay, and masters of the craft.” He drank again. “Yes, but there is a difference between them.”

      “Hang me,” said the other, “but I believe you are like St. Eloi, our patron saint, master among the master-workmen.”

      “Are you one of us?”

      “Akin, my boy: I am a gunsmith. All smiths are brothers. This is a sample of my work.”

      The locksmith took the gun from the speaker’s hands, examined it with attention, clicked the hammers and approved with a nod of the sharp action of the lock: but spying the name on the plate, he said:

      “Leclere? this won’t do, friend, for Leclere is scanty thirty, and we are both a good forty, without meaning to hurt your feelings.”

      “Quite true, I am not Leclere, but it is the same thing, only a little more so. For I am his master.”

      “Oh, capital!” chuckled the locksmith; “it is the same as my saying ‘I am not the King but I am the same thing, only more so, as I am his master.'”

      “Oho,” said the other rising and burlesquing the military salute, “have I the honor of addressing Master Gamain, the King of Locksmiths?”

      “Himself in person, and delighted if he can do anything for you,” replied Gamain, enchanted at the effect his name had produced.

      “The devil! I had no idea I was talking to one of the high flyers in our line,” said the other. “A man so well considered.”

      “Of such consequence, do you mean?”

      “Well, maybe I have not used the right word, but then I am only a poor smith, and you are the master smith for the master of France. I say,” he went on in another tone, “it can’t be always funny to have a king for a ‘prentice, eh?”

      “Why not?”

      “Plain enough. You cannot eternally be wearing gloves to say to the mate on your bench: ‘Chuck us the hammer or pass the retail file along.'”

      “Certainly not.”

      “I suppose you have to say: ‘Please your gracious Majesty, don’t hold the drill askew.'”

      “Why, that is just the charm with him, d’ye see, for he is a plain-dealer at heart. Once in the forge, when he has the anvil to the fore, and the leathern apron tied on, none would ever take him for the Son of St. Louis, as he is called.”

      “Indeed you are right, it is astonishing how much he is like the next man.”

      “And yet these perking courtiers are a long time seeing that.”

      “It would be nothing if those close around him found that out,” said the stranger, “but those who are at a distance are beginning to get an idea of it.”

      His queer laugh made Gamain look at him with marked astonishment. But he saw that he had blundered in his pretended character by making a witticism, and gave the man no time to study his sentence, for he hastened to recur to the topic by saying:

      “A good thing, too; for I think it lowers a man to have to slaver him with Your Majesty here and My Noble Sire there.”

      “But you do not have to call him high names. Once in the workshop we drop all that stuff. I call him Citizen, and he calls me Gamain, but I ain’t what you would call chummy with him, while he is familiar with me.”

      “That is all very well; but when the dinner hour comes round I expect he sends you off to the kitchen to have your bread and cheese with the flunkeys.”

      “Oh, Lor', No! he has never done that; quite the other way about, for he gets me to bring in a table all set into the workshop and he will often put his legs under the mahogany with me, particularly at breakfast, saying: ‘I shall not bother about having breakfast with the Queen, as I should have to wash my hands.'”

      “I can’t make this out.”

      “You can’t understand that when the King works like us, he has his hands smeared with oil and rust and filings, which does not prevent us being honest folks, and the Queen would say to him, with her hoity-toity prudish air: ‘Dirty beggar, your hands are foul.’ How can a man have a fop’s hands if he works at the forge?”

      “Don’t talk to me about that—I might have married high if I could have kept my fingers nice,” sighed the stranger.

      “Let me tell you that the old chap does not have a lively time in his geographical study or his library; but I believe he likes my company the best.”

      “That is all very amusing for you, except having to endure so poor a pupil.”

      “Poor,” repeated Gamain. “Oh, no, you must not say that. He is to be pitied, to tell the truth, in his coming into the world as a king, for he is but a man—and having to waste himself on a pack of nonsense instead of sticking to our art, in which he makes good way. He will never be but a third-rate king for he is too honest, but he would have made an excellent locksmith. There is one man I execrate for stealing away his time—that Necker fellow, who made him lose such a lot of time!”

      “You mean with his accounts and financing.”

      “Ay, his fine-Nancy-ing, indeed.”

      “But you must make a fat thing out of such a lad to bring on.”

      “No, that is just where you are in error: that is why I bear a grudge to him, Louis the Father of the Kingdom, the Restorer of the French Nation! People believe that I am rich as Creases, while I am as poor as Job.”

      “You, poor? why, what does he do with all his money?”

      “He gives half to the poor and the other half is got away by his parasites, so that he never has any brass. The Coigny, Polignac and Vaudreuil families eat him up, poor dear old boy! One day he wanted to cut down Lord Coigny’s appointments, and the gentleman waylaid him at our forge door: after going out for five minutes, the King came back, pale as a ghost, muttering: ‘Faith, I believe he would have caned me.’ ‘Did he get the appointments reduced, Sire?’ I inquired. ‘I let them stand,’ he said: ‘what else could I do?’ Another time he wanted to scold the Queen for giving Duchess Polignac three hundred thousand francs for the linen for her baby, and what do you think?”

      “It is a pretty sum for a baby!”

      “Right you are: but it was not enough: the Queen made him give her five hundred thousand. You have only to look how these Polignacs have got on, who had not a penny when they started in, but are running away from France with millions. I should not have minded if they had any talent, but just give those neerdowells a hammer or cold chisel; they could not forge a horseshoe: give them file and screw-driver and see how they would get on at a common lock! However, they can wag the tongue to some purpose, since they hounded the King on so that they leave him in a quagmire. He may flounder out as best he can, with the help of General Lafayette and Mayor Bailly, and Lord Mirabeau. I gave him good advice, but he would not listen to me, and he leaves me with fifteen hundred livres a-year, though I am his trainer, who first showed him to hold a file properly.”

      “But I suppose that when you worked with him, there were some pickings?”

      “But am I working with him now? Since the Taking of the Bastile, I have not set foot inside his palace. Once or twice I met him: the first time, as there was a crowd about in the street, he just bobbed his head; the next, on the Satory Road, he stopped the coach for the coast was clear. ‘Good morning, my poor Gamain, how goes

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