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〃Mademoiselle Alexandre；〃 she said； 〃thank Monsieur for his
generosity。〃
Jeanne looked at her for an instant in a sullen way； then； turning to me；
said with remarkable firmness；
〃Monsieur； I thank you for your kindness in coming to see me。〃
〃Jeanne；〃 I said； pressing both her hands； 〃remain always a good；
truthful； brave girl。 Good…bye。〃
As she left the room with her packages of chocolate and confectionery；
she happened to strike the handles of her skipping… rope against the back
of a chair。 Mademoiselle Prefere； full of indignation； pressed both hands
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over her heart； under her pelerine； and I almost expected to see her give up
her scholastic ghost。
When we found ourselves alone； she recovered her composure； and I
must say； without considering myself thereby flattered； that she smiled
upon me with one whole side of her face。
〃Mademoiselle；〃 I said； taking advantage of her good humour； 〃I
noticed that Jeanne Alexandre looks a little pale。 You know better than I
how much consideration and care a young girl requires at her age。 It would
only be doing you an injustice by implication to recommend her still more
earnestly to your vigilance。〃
These words seemed to ravish her with delight。 She lifted her eyes； as
in ecstasy； to the paper spirals of the ceiling； and； clasping her hands
exclaimed；
〃How well these eminent men know the art of considering the most
trifling details！〃
I called her attention to the fact that the health of a young girl was not
a trifling detail； and made my farewell bow。 But she stopped me on the
threshold to say to me； very confidentially；
〃You must excuse me； Monsieur。 I am a woman； and I love gloy。 I
cannot conceal from you the fact that I feel myself greatly honoured by the
presence of a Member of the Institute in my humble institution。〃
I duly excused the weakness of Mademoiselle Prefere； and； thinking
only of Jeanne； with the blindness of egotism； kept asking myself all along
the road； 〃What are we going to do with this child？〃
June 3。
I had escorted to the Cimetiere de Marnes that day a very aged
colleague of mine who； to use the words of Goethe； had consented to die。
The great Goethe； whose own vital force was something extraordinary；
actually believed that one never dies until one really wants to diethat is
to say； when all those energies which resist dissolution； and teh sum of
which make up life itself； have been totally destroyed。 In other words； he
believed that people only die when it is no longer possible for them to live。
Good！ it is merely a question of properly understanding one another； and
when fully comprehended； the magnificent idea of Goethe only brings us
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quietly back to the song of La Palisse。
Well； my excellent colleague had consented to diethanks to several
successive attacks of extremely persuasive apoplexythe last of which
proved unanswerable。 I had been very little acquainted with him during his
lifetime； but it seems that I became his friend the moment he was dead； for
our colleagues assured me in a most serious manner； with deeply
sympathetic countenances； that I should act as one of the pall…bearers； and
deliver an address over the tomb。
After having read very badly a short address I had written as well as I
couldwhich is not saying much for itI started out for a walk in the
woods of Ville…d'Avray； and followed； without leaning too much on the
Captain's cane； a shaded path on which the sunlight fell； through foliage；
in little discs of gold。 Never had the scent of grass and fresh leaves；never
had the beauty of the sky over the trees； and the serene might of noble tree
contours； so deeply affected my senses and all my being； and the pleasure
I felt in that silence； broken only by faintest tinkling sounds； was at once
of the senses and of the soul。
I sat down in the shade of the roadside under a clump of young oaks。
And there I made a promise to myself not to die； or at least not to consent
to die； before I should be again able to sit down under and oak； wherein
the great peace of the open countryI could meditate on the nature of the
soul and the ultimate destiny of man。 A bee； whose brown breast…plate
gleamed in the sun like armour of old gold； came to light upon a mallow…
flower close by medarkly rich in colour； and fully opened upon its tufted
stalk。 It was certainly not the first time I had witnessed so common an
incident； but it was the first time that I had watched it with such
comprehensive and friendly curiosity。 I could discern that there were all
sorts of sympathies between the insect and the flowera thousand singular
little relationships which I had never before even suspected。
Satiated with nectar； the insect rose and buzzed away in a straight line；
while I lifted myself up as best I could； and readjusted myself upon my
legs。
〃Adieu！〃 I said to the flower and to the bee。 〃Adieu！ Heaven grant I
may live long enough to discover the secret of your harmonies。 I am very
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tired。 But man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of
labour by taking up another。 The flowers and insects will give me that
relaxation； with God's will； after my long researches in philology and
diplomatics。 How full of meaning is that old myth of Antaeus！ I have
touched the Earth and I am a new man； and now at seventy years of age；
new feelings of curiosity take birth in my mind； even as young shoots
sometimes spring up from the hollow trunk of an aged oak！〃
June 4。
I like to look out of my window at the Seine and its quays on those
soft grey mornings which give such an infinite tenderness of tint to
everything。 I have seen that azure sky which flings so luminous a calm
over the Bay of Naples。 But our Parisian sky is more animated； more
kindly； more spiritual。 It smiles； threatens；