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She
agreed
that
it
would
be
well
to
go
at
once
to
the
rue
de
la
Chaise
,
but
met
his
proposal
that
they
should
drive
by
the
declaration
that
it
was
a
“
waste
”
not
to
walk
in
Paris
;
so
they
set
off
on
foot
through
the
cheerful
tumult
of
the
streets
.
The
walk
was
long
enough
for
him
to
learn
many
things
about
her
.
The
storm
of
the
previous
night
had
cleared
the
air
,
and
Paris
shone
in
morning
beauty
under
a
sky
that
was
all
broad
wet
washes
of
white
and
blue
;
but
Darrow
again
noticed
that
her
visual
sensitiveness
was
less
keen
than
her
feeling
for
what
he
was
sure
the
good
Farlows
—
whom
he
already
seemed
to
know
—
would
have
called
“
the
human
interest
.
”
She
seemed
hardly
conscious
of
sensations
of
form
and
colour
,
or
of
any
imaginative
suggestion
,
and
the
spectacle
before
them
—
always
,
in
its
scenic
splendour
,
so
moving
to
her
companion
—
broke
up
,
under
her
scrutiny
,
into
a
thousand
minor
points
:
the
things
in
the
shops
,
the
types
of
character
and
manner
of
occupation
shown
in
the
passing
faces
,
the
street
signs
,
the
names
of
the
hotels
they
passed
,
the
motley
brightness
of
the
flower
-
carts
,
the
identity
of
the
churches
and
public
buildings
that
caught
her
eye
.
But
what
she
liked
best
,
he
divined
,
was
the
mere
fact
of
being
free
to
walk
abroad
in
the
bright
air
,
her
tongue
rattling
on
as
it
pleased
,
while
her
feet
kept
time
to
the
mighty
orchestration
of
the
city
’
s
sounds
.
Her
delight
in
the
fresh
air
,
in
the
freedom
,
light
and
sparkle
of
the
morning
,
gave
him
a
sudden
insight
into
her
stifled
past
;
nor
was
it
indifferent
to
him
to
perceive
how
much
his
presence
evidently
added
to
her
enjoyment
.
If
only
as
a
sympathetic
ear
,
he
guessed
what
he
must
be
worth
to
her
.
The
girl
had
been
dying
for
some
one
to
talk
to
,
some
one
before
whom
she
could
unfold
and
shake
out
to
the
light
her
poor
little
shut
-
away
emotions
.
Years
of
repression
were
revealed
in
her
sudden
burst
of
confidence
;
and
the
pity
she
inspired
made
Darrow
long
to
fill
her
few
free
hours
to
the
brim
.
She
had
the
gift
of
rapid
definition
,
and
his
questions
as
to
the
life
she
had
led
with
the
Farlows
,
during
the
interregnum
between
the
Hoke
and
Murrett
eras
,
called
up
before
him
a
queer
little
corner
of
Parisian
existence
.
The
Farlows
themselves
—
he
a
painter
,
she
a
“
magazine
writer
”
—
rose
before
him
in
all
their
incorruptible
simplicity
:
an
elderly
New
England
couple
,
with
vague
yearnings
for
enfranchisement
,
who
lived
in
Paris
as
if
it
were
a
Massachusetts
suburb
,
and
dwelt
hopefully
on
the
“
higher
side
”
of
the
Gallic
nature
.
With
equal
vividness
she
set
before
him
the
component
figures
of
the
circle
from
which
Mrs
.
Farlow
drew
the
“
Inner
Glimpses
of
French
Life
”
appearing
over
her
name
in
a
leading
New
England
journal
:
the
Roumanian
lady
who
had
sent
them
tickets
for
her
tragedy
,
an
elderly
French
gentleman
who
,
on
the
strength
of
a
week
’
s
stay
at
Folkestone
,
translated
English
fiction
for
the
provincial
press
,
a
lady
from
Wichita
,
Kansas
,
who
advocated
free
love
and
the
abolition
of
the
corset
,
a
clergyman
’
s
widow
from
Torquay
who
had
written
an
“
English
Ladies
’
Guide
to
Foreign
Galleries
”
and
a
Russian
sculptor
who
lived
on
nuts
and
was
“
almost
certainly
”
an
anarchist
.
It
was
this
nucleus
,
and
its
outer
ring
of
musical
,
architectural
and
other
American
students
,
which
posed
successively
to
Mrs
.
Farlow
’
s
versatile
fancy
as
a
centre
of
“
University
Life
”
,
a
“
Salon
of
the
Faubourg
St
.
Germain
”
,
a
group
of
Parisian
“
Intellectuals
”
or
a
“
Cross
-
section
of
Montmartre
”
;
but
even
her
faculty
for
extracting
from
it
the
most
varied
literary
effects
had
not
sufficed
to
create
a
permanent
demand
for
the
“
Inner
Glimpses
”
,
and
there
were
days
when
—
Mr
.
Farlow
’
s
landscapes
being
equally
unmarketable
—
a
temporary
withdrawal
to
the
country
(
subsequently
utilized
as
“
Peeps
into
Chateau
Life
”
)
became
necessary
to
the
courageous
couple
.
Five
years
of
Mrs
.
Murrett
’
s
world
,
while
increasing
Sophy
’
s
tenderness
for
the
Farlows
,
had
left
her
with
few
illusions
as
to
their
power
of
advancing
her
fortunes
;
and
she
did
not
conceal
from
Darrow
that
her
theatrical
projects
were
of
the
vaguest
.
They
hung
mainly
on
the
problematical
good
-
will
of
an
ancient
comedienne
,
with
whom
Mrs
.
Farlow
had
a
slight
acquaintance
(
extensively
utilized
in
“
Stars
of
the
French
Footlights
”
and
“
Behind
the
Scenes
at
the
Français
”
)
,
and
who
had
once
,
with
signs
of
approval
,
heard
Miss
Viner
recite
the
Nuit
de
Mai
.
“
But
of
course
I
know
how
much
that
’
s
worth
,
”
the
girl
broke
off
,
with
one
of
her
flashes
of
shrewdness
.
“
And
besides
,
it
isn
’
t
likely
that
a
poor
old
fossil
like
Mme
.
Dolle
could
get
anybody
to
listen
to
her
now
,
even
if
she
really
thought
I
had
talent
.
But
she
might
introduce
me
to
people
;
or
at
least
give
me
a
few
tips
.
If
I
could
manage
to
earn
enough
to
pay
for
lessons
I
’
d
go
straight
to
some
of
the
big
people
and
work
with
them
.
I
’
m
rather
hoping
the
Farlows
may
find
me
a
chance
of
that
kind
—
an
engagement
with
some
American
family
in
Paris
who
would
want
to
be
‘
gone
round
’
with
like
the
Hokes
,
and
who
’
d
leave
me
time
enough
to
study
.
”
In
the
rue
de
la
Chaise
they
learned
little
except
the
exact
address
of
the
Farlows
,
and
the
fact
that
they
had
sub
-
let
their
flat
before
leaving
.
This
information
obtained
,
Darrow
proposed
to
Miss
Viner
that
they
should
stroll
along
the
quays
to
a
little
restaurant
looking
out
on
the
Seine
,
and
there
,
over
the
plat
du
jour
,
consider
the
next
step
to
be
taken
.
The
long
walk
had
given
her
cheeks
a
glow
indicative
of
wholesome
hunger
,
and
she
made
no
difficulty
about
satisfying
it
in
Darrow
’
s
company
.
Regaining
the
river
they
walked
on
in
the
direction
of
Notre
Dame
,
delayed
now
and
again
by
the
young
man
’
s
irresistible
tendency
to
linger
over
the
bookstalls
,
and
by
his
ever
-
fresh
response
to
the
shifting
beauties
of
the
scene
.
For
two
years
his
eyes
had
been
subdued
to
the
atmospheric
effects
of
London
,
to
the
mysterious
fusion
of
darkly
-
piled
city
and
low
-
lying
bituminous
sky
;
and
the
transparency
of
the
French
air
,
which
left
the
green
gardens
and
silvery
stones
so
classically
clear
yet
so
softly
harmonized
,
struck
him
as
having
a
kind
of
conscious
intelligence
.
Every
line
of
the
architecture
,
every
arch
of
the
bridges
,
the
very
sweep
of
the
strong
bright
river
between
them
,
while
contributing
to
this
effect
,
sent
forth
each
a
separate
appeal
to
some
sensitive
memory
;
so
that
,
for
Darrow
,
a
walk
through
the
Paris
streets
was
always
like
the
unrolling
of
a
vast
tapestry
from
which
countless
stored
fragrances
were
shaken
out
.
