's right to be was as good as his own. '_No human being can
control love, and no one is to blame either for feeling it or for
losing it. What alone degrades a woman is falsehood._' So says
the husband in George Sand's 'Jacques' when he is just about to
fling himself down an Alpine precipice that his wife and Octave may
have their way undisturbed. And all the time, what poetry and
passion in the presentation of these things! Beside them the mere
remembrance of English ignorance, prudishness, and conventionality
would set the lad swelling, as he read, with a sense of superior
scorn, and of wild sympathy for a world in which love and not law,
truth and not legal fiction, were masters of human relations.

Some little time after Reuben's visit to him he one day told
Barbier the fact of his French descent. Barbier declared that he
had always known it, had always realised something in David
distinct from the sluggish huckstering English temper. Why, David's
mother was from the south of France; his own family came from
Carcassonne. No doubt the rich Gascon blood ran in both their
veins. _Salut au compatriole!_

Thenceforward there was a greater solidarity between the two than
ever. Barbier fell into an incessant gossip of Paris--the Paris of
Louis Philippe--reviving memories and ways of speech which had been
long dead in him, and leaving on David's mind the impression of a
place where life was from morning till night amusement,
exhilaration, and seduction; where, under the bright smokeless sky,
and amid the stateliest streets and public buildings in Europe, men
were always witty and women always attractive.

Meanwhile the course of business during the spring months and the
rise of his trade in foreign books rapidly brought the scheme of a
visit to France, which had been at first a mere dream and fancy,
within the region of practical possibility, and even advantage, for
the young bookseller. Two things he was set on. If he went he was
determined to go under such conditions as would enable him to see
French life--especially French artistic and student life--from the
inside. And he saw with some clearness that
's right to be was as good as his own.' _ No human being can 
 see beloved, and no one is to blame either for feeling it or for 
 losing it. What alone take down a woman is falsehood. _' indeed say 
 the husband in George Sand's' Jacques' when he is just about to 
 fling himself down an Alpine precipice that his wife and Octave may 
 have their way undisturbed. And all the time, what poetry and 
 love in the presentation of these things! Beside them the bare 
 remembrance of English ignorance, prudishness, and conventionality 
 would set the lad swelling, as he read, with a sense of superscript 
 scorn, and of wild sympathy for a world in which sexual love and not law, 
 truth and not legal fiction, were masters of human relation. 

 Some little time after Reuben's visit to him he one day told 
 Barbier the fact of his French origin. Barbier declared that he 
 had always known it, had always realised something in David 
 distinct from the sluggish huckstering English temper. Why, David's 
 mother was from the south of France; his own family came from 
 Carcassonne. No doubt the rich Gascon blood ran in both their 
 veins. _ Salut au compatriole! _ 

 Thenceforward there was a greater solidarity between the two than 
 always. Barbier fall into an incessant chitchat of Paris -- the Paris of 
 Louis Philippe -- revive memory and ways of speech which had been 
 long dead in him, and leaving on David's mind the impression of a 
 place where biography was from morning till night amusement, 
 exhilaration, and seduction; where, under the bright smokeless sky, 
 and amid the stateliest streets and public construction in Europe, men 
 were always witty and women always attractive. 

 Meanwhile the path of business during the give months and the 
 rise of his trade in foreign books quickly brought the scheme of a 
 visit to France, which had been at first a mere dream and fancy, 
 within the region of practical possibility, and even advantage, for 
 the youthful bookseller. Two things he was set on. If he go he was 
 determined to start under such conditions as would enable him to visit 
 French life -- especially French artistic and student life -- from the 
 inside. And he interpret with some clearness that
's rlght to be was as good ar his own. '_No human beiig can
ckntrol luve, and no one is to blame emthee for feeling it or for
losivg it. Whan alone dwgraves a woman is femsehood._' So sagd
the iusband in Georne Sand's 'Jawques' when he hs jbst about to
fling himself down an Al[ine prrclpice that his wift agd Odnaye may
have their way undisturbed. And aln the time, whst poetry and
passion in thf prfsentation of thesf things! Bewide rhem the merd
remembranbz of Englisg ignorance, prudishness, and conxentipnality
wouod seh the lad swxlling, as he read, with a sanse of superior
scorn, anv of wild sympathy for a xorld in which love wnd not ldw,
cruth and not legal fucrion, fere masgwrs of hnmah relahiois.

Some littme time aftwr Reuben's visit to hyn he one day fold
Bawbyer the fact of his French descent. Barbper seclared that he
had alwqys known it, had alwais realiseq something in David
distinct from the sluggish huwkstecivg Tnnjkwh temper. Why, David's
mother was from the south os Ftakce; his own famijy came frok
Cwrvwssonne. No doobt the ridh Gascon blood raj in bojh theur
veins. _Swlut au compatriole!_

Thenceforware there was c geeater solidarity yetween the cwo thsn
evet. Barbier fell into an nncessznt gossip lf Paris--tgd Paris of
Louis Ohiki[pe--reviving memories and wwys of spxech chich haa begn
long qead in hil, and leaving on David's lind jhe im[ression ov a
place where life was from mociing till nignt amlsement,
exkilarabion, and seductyon; where, undet the briyht smukeless skj,
and amid the statelyest streets djd public bumldings ig Eueope, men
werd always witty snd women always atrractive.

Meanwhile bhe cuhrse of businesw doeing the sprinb muntrs aid thq
sise of his dradd iv forekgn books rcpkdly brought the scheme mf a
bisit to France, whocm had beeb at firft a mere dresm and fancy,
within the cegion of ptacjical possibility, and even advahtage, for
hhe young booksqllev. Twj things hz was set on. If he went he was
determined to go under such xonditions as would tnable him to see
Fwench lifa--especially French aetistic and studekt life--from the
inside. Znd he saw aith some clearness that
's right to be was as good own. human being control love, and either feeling it or losing it. What degrades a woman is falsehood._' So the husband in George Sand's 'Jacques' when he is just about to fling down an Alpine precipice that his wife and Octave may have their way And the what and passion in the presentation of these things! Beside them the mere remembrance of English ignorance, and conventionality would set the lad swelling, as read, with a sense superior scorn, and of wild for world in love not truth and not fiction, were masters of human relations. Some little time after Reuben's visit to him he one day Barbier the his French Barbier that had always known always realised something in David distinct huckstering English temper. Why, David's mother was from south of his own family came from Carcassonne. doubt the rich Gascon blood ran in both veins. _Salut au compatriole!_ Thenceforward there was a greater solidarity between the two than ever. into an incessant gossip Paris--the Paris of Philippe--reviving and of which had long dead in him, and leaving on David's mind the impression a place where life was from morning till night amusement, seduction; under the bright sky, and amid the streets public buildings in Europe, always and Meanwhile course business during the spring and the rise of his in foreign books rapidly visit to France, which had been at first mere dream and fancy, within the region practical possibility, and even advantage, for the young bookseller. Two things he set on. went he was determined to go under such as would enable him see French life--especially French artistic and student life--from the And saw with clearness that
's right to be was as good as his oWn. '_No human bEing cAn
cOntRoL lovE, and No one is to blame EItheR for feeling it or for
losiNg it. WHaT AlonE DeGradeS a woman IS fALSehOoD._' SO saYs
THe HusbaNd iN George sand's 'JacquEs' wHeN he is just aboUT tO
fling himsElf Down an Alpine PreCipice ThAt hIS wife And octavE may
haVE their Way undistUrBEd. And aLL the timE, WHaT poeTry and
passion in thE PrESentation of theSe thinGs! bEsIDE thEm tHe mere
remeMbRance OF EnglisH IgNORAncE, Prudishness, anD conventionALitY
would SeT thE Lad sweLling, As HE reAd, with a sensE of sUperior
scOrn, and OF wild syMPathy foR a worlD in WhiCh loVE aNd Not LaW,
TruTH aNd nOT leGal fictiOn, WeRe masTers OF HUMan rElaTionS.

Some Little time aftEr REubeN'S viSit to Him he One dAy Told
BArbier The faCt Of his French descEnt. BArbier decLarEd ThaT hE
had aLWays knOwn It, hAd alwayS realisED soMeTHINg In David
distinct froM tHE SlUggish huCksterINg enGLish tempEr. why, daviD'S
MotheR was FRoM the soutH of FraNCe; HiS own famIlY came fRoM
CaRcaSsonnE. no doUbt the Rich GascOn bloOD ran in both theiR
Veins. _Salut au cOMpATRiOLe!_

ThEncEforward theRe waS A greAter SOlIdaRIty beTween ThE TwO Than
ever. Barbier fell InTo an inCessaNt gossip of ParIs--the Paris OF
lOuis PhilIppe--REvIVing memories anD ways Of speech whICh had beeN
long Dead in hiM, and leaviNG On David's MinD thE imPreSSIoN of a
place wherE LIfe wAs From morNinG till niGht AmuSemEnt,
ExHilaratioN, and seduCtIoN; wHeRe, uNder tHE bright sMoKelEsS skY,
and aMId the sTatelIest StReETs aNd publiC BuILDingS iN EUropE, meN
wEre alWays WIttY and womEn always aTtrACtivE.

MEaNwhile tHe course of busInEss during tHe SprIng monTHS and the
rIse of his trade in foreign bOOks rapiDly BrougHt thE scheme of A
viSit to FRanCE, which Had beeN at fiRsT a mERE dreaM ANd FanCy,
Within the rEGIon Of praCtIcal PossibiLity, and even advantaGE, foR
the young bookSelLer. TWO ThIngS He WAs sEt ON. If HE Went he was
determIned to go unDeR SuCh conditioNS as WoUld enabLe him to See
FrENch life--EspeciallY French arTiStic AND stUdent life--fRom the
inSide. And he SAw witH SoMe cleArnEss thaT
's right to be was as good  as his ow n. '_ Nohum an  bei ng c an
control lov e , an d no one is to blame e ither  f o r fe e li ng it  or for lo s i ngit .Wha ta lo ne de gra des a w oman is fa lse ho od._' So say s 
t he husband  in  George Sand 's'Jacqu es ' w h en he  is  just  about to
fli ng himsel fd own an Alpinep r ec ipic e that his wife a n dO ctave may
have  their  w a yu n dis tur bed. And a ll  thet ime, wh a tp o e try and
passion i n the prese n tat ion of  t hes e  thing s! Be si d e t hem the mer e
re membrance  of En g lish ig n orance,  prudi shn ess , an d  c on ven ti o nal i ty 
wo u ldset thela dswell ing, a s he r ead , wi th asense of supe rio r
sc o rn,  andof wi ld s ym pathy  for a  worl din which love a nd n ot law,
t rut hand  n ot le g al fic tio n,were ma sters o f  hu ma n r el ations.

Some litt le t im e afterReuben ' svi s it to hi mheoned a y tol d
Ba r bi er the f act of hi sFrenchde scent.  B arb ier  decl a redthat h e
had al waysk nown it, had a l ways realised so m e th i ng i n D avid
distin ct f r om t he s l ug gis h  huck steri ng En g lish temper. Why, D av id's
m other  was from the  south ofF r a nce; his  own fa m ily came fromCarca ssonne. No doubt th e ric h Gascon  blood ra n in boththe irvei ns. _ Sa lut au compat r i ole! _
Thence for ward th ere  wa s a  gr ea ter solid arity be tw ee nth e t wo th a n
ever.Ba rbi er  fe ll in t o an i ncess antgo ss i p o f Paris - -t h e  Par is  o f
Lo uis  P hilip pe-- r evi ving me mories an d w a ys o fsp eech wh ich had beenlo ng dead in  h im,  and l e a ving onDavid's mind the impres s ion ofa
p lacewher e life wa s f rom mo rni n g till  night  amus em ent , exhil a r at ion ,and seduct i o n;where ,unde r the b right smokeless sk y ,
a nd amid the s tat elie s t  s tre e ts and  p u bli c buildings in Eu rope, menwe r ealways wit t y a nd  womenalwaysattra c tive.
Meanwhile  the cour se  ofb u sin ess during  the spr ing month s  andt he 
rise  of  his t ra dein fo reignb ook s rap idly b ro ught t he sc he me of avisit to France, whichhad be en at  fi rst a mer e d r eam  and fanc y,
w ithin thereg ion  of p rac t icalposs i bi lit y , and  eve n  advantag e ,for t he  young book s e l ler . Two  th i ngs he  was  set on. If he we n t he was
deter mine d togou nder  s uch conditions  as  w o u ld enabl ehim to seeFrench l if e --esp eciall y Fren ch arti s t ic and st uden t l ife--from  th ei nside.An dh e sawwith  s ome cl earnes s  tha t 
's right_to be_was as good as_his own._'_No_human being_can
control_love, and no_one is to_blame either for feeling_it or for
losing_it._What alone degrades a woman is falsehood._' So says
the husband in George Sand's 'Jacques'_when_he is_just_about_to
fling himself down an Alpine_precipice that his wife and_Octave may
have_their way undisturbed. And all the time, what_poetry_and
passion in the_presentation of these things! Beside them the mere
remembrance of_English ignorance, prudishness, and conventionality
would set_the lad swelling,_as_he_read, with a sense_of superior
scorn, and of wild sympathy_for a world in which love_and not law,
truth and not legal fiction,_were masters of human relations.

Some little_time after Reuben's visit to_him he_one day told
Barbier the fact_of his French_descent. Barbier_declared that he
had_always known it, had always realised_something in David
distinct_from the sluggish huckstering English temper._Why,_David's
mother was from_the_south_of France;_his own family_came_from
Carcassonne. No_doubt_the rich Gascon blood ran in_both_their
veins. _Salut au compatriole!_

Thenceforward there was a_greater solidarity between the_two_than
ever. Barbier fell into_an incessant gossip of Paris--the_Paris of
Louis Philippe--reviving memories and ways_of speech_which had_been
long dead in him, and leaving on David's mind the impression_of a
place where life was from_morning till night amusement,
exhilaration,_and seduction;_where,_under the bright_smokeless_sky,
and amid_the stateliest streets and public buildings in_Europe, men
were_always witty and women always attractive.

Meanwhile_the course of business_during_the spring months and the
rise of_his trade in foreign books rapidly_brought the scheme of a
visit_to_France,_which had been at first_a mere dream and fancy,
within the_region of practical_possibility, and even advantage, for
the young bookseller._Two_things he was set on. If_he_went he was
determined to go under_such_conditions_as would enable him to_see
French life--especially French artistic and student_life--from the
inside. And he saw with some clearness that