'Why! who would consecrate thee ?' 'Ah! if that's all,' replied Dubois, cheerfully, 'the thing is done.

I know well who will consecrate me; but is that all, once more ?' 'Well! who ?' asked the Regent.

'Your premier almoner; there he is, outside; he will ask nothing better.' And he embraces the legs of the Duke of Orleans,--who remains stuck and caught without having the power to refuse,--goes out, draws aside the Bishop of Nantes, tells him that he himself has got Cambrai, begs him to consecrate him,--who promises immediately,--comes in again, capers, returns thanks, sings praises, expresses wonder, seals the matter more and more surely by reckoning it done, and persuading the Regent that it is so, who never dared say no.

That is how Dubois made himself Archbishop of Cambrai." He was helped, it is said, by a strange patron.

Destouches, charge d'affaires in London, who was kept well informed by Dubois, went to see George I., requesting him to write to the Regent, recommending to him the negotiator of the treaties.