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Jo
went
prepared
to
bow
down
and
adore
the
mighty
ones
whom
she
had
worshiped
with
youthful
enthusiasm
afar
off
.
But
her
reverence
for
genius
received
a
severe
shock
that
night
,
and
it
took
her
some
time
to
recover
from
the
discovery
that
the
great
creatures
were
only
men
and
women
after
all
.
Imagine
her
dismay
,
on
stealing
a
glance
of
timid
admiration
at
the
poet
whose
lines
suggested
an
ethereal
being
fed
on
‘
spirit
,
fire
,
and
dew
’
,
to
behold
him
devouring
his
supper
with
an
ardor
which
flushed
his
intellectual
countenance
.
Turning
as
from
a
fallen
idol
,
she
made
other
discoveries
which
rapidly
dispelled
her
romantic
illusions
.
The
great
novelist
vibrated
between
two
decanters
with
the
regularity
of
a
pendulum
;
the
famous
divine
flirted
openly
with
one
of
the
Madame
de
Staels
of
the
age
,
who
looked
daggers
at
another
Corinne
,
who
was
amiably
satirizing
her
,
after
outmaneuvering
her
in
efforts
to
absorb
the
profound
philosopher
,
who
imbibed
tea
Johnsonianly
and
appeared
to
slumber
,
the
loquacity
of
the
lady
rendering
speech
impossible
.
The
scientific
celebrities
,
forgetting
their
mollusks
and
glacial
periods
,
gossiped
about
art
,
while
devoting
themselves
to
oysters
and
ices
with
characteristic
energy
;
the
young
musician
,
who
was
charming
the
city
like
a
second
Orpheus
,
talked
horses
;
and
the
specimen
of
the
British
nobility
present
happened
to
be
the
most
ordinary
man
of
the
party
.
Before
the
evening
was
half
over
,
Jo
felt
so
completely
disillusioned
,
that
she
sat
down
in
a
corner
to
recover
herself
.
Mr
.
Bhaer
soon
joined
her
,
looking
rather
out
of
his
element
,
and
presently
several
of
the
philosophers
,
each
mounted
on
his
hobby
,
came
ambling
up
to
hold
an
intellectual
tournament
in
the
recess
.
The
conversations
were
miles
beyond
Jo
’
s
comprehension
,
but
she
enjoyed
it
,
though
Kant
and
Hegel
were
unknown
gods
,
the
Subjective
and
Objective
unintelligible
terms
,
and
the
only
thing
‘
evolved
from
her
inner
consciousness
’
was
a
bad
headache
after
it
was
all
over
.
It
dawned
upon
her
gradually
that
the
world
was
being
picked
to
pieces
,
and
put
together
on
new
and
,
according
to
the
talkers
,
on
infinitely
better
principles
than
before
,
that
religion
was
in
a
fair
way
to
be
reasoned
into
nothingness
,
and
intellect
was
to
be
the
only
God
.
Jo
knew
nothing
about
philosophy
or
metaphysics
of
any
sort
,
but
a
curious
excitement
,
half
pleasurable
,
half
painful
,
came
over
her
as
she
listened
with
a
sense
of
being
turned
adrift
into
time
and
space
,
like
a
young
balloon
out
on
a
holiday
.
She
looked
round
to
see
how
the
Professor
liked
it
,
and
found
him
looking
at
her
with
the
grimmest
expression
she
had
ever
seen
him
wear
.
He
shook
his
head
and
beckoned
her
to
come
away
,
but
she
was
fascinated
just
then
by
the
freedom
of
Speculative
Philosophy
,
and
kept
her
seat
,
trying
to
find
out
what
the
wise
gentlemen
intended
to
rely
upon
after
they
had
annihilated
all
the
old
beliefs
.
Now
,
Mr
.
Bhaer
was
a
diffident
man
and
slow
to
offer
his
own
opinions
,
not
because
they
were
unsettled
,
but
too
sincere
and
earnest
to
be
lightly
spoken
.
As
he
glanced
from
Jo
to
several
other
young
people
,
attracted
by
the
brilliancy
of
the
philosophic
pyrotechnics
,
he
knit
his
brows
and
longed
to
speak
,
fearing
that
some
inflammable
young
soul
would
be
led
astray
by
the
rockets
,
to
find
when
the
display
was
over
that
they
had
only
an
empty
stick
or
a
scorched
hand
.
He
bore
it
as
long
as
he
could
,
but
when
he
was
appealed
to
for
an
opinion
,
he
blazed
up
with
honest
indignation
and
defended
religion
with
all
the
eloquence
of
truth
—
an
eloquence
which
made
his
broken
English
musical
and
his
plain
face
beautiful
.
He
had
a
hard
fight
,
for
the
wise
men
argued
well
,
but
he
didn
’
t
know
when
he
was
beaten
and
stood
to
his
colors
like
a
man
.
Somehow
,
as
he
talked
,
the
world
got
right
again
to
Jo
.
The
old
beliefs
,
that
had
lasted
so
long
,
seemed
better
than
the
new
.
God
was
not
a
blind
force
,
and
immortality
was
not
a
pretty
fable
,
but
a
blessed
fact
.
She
felt
as
if
she
had
solid
ground
under
her
feet
again
,
and
when
Mr
.
Bhaer
paused
,
outtalked
but
not
one
whit
convinced
,
Jo
wanted
to
clap
her
hands
and
thank
him
.
She
did
neither
,
but
she
remembered
the
scene
,
and
gave
the
Professor
her
heartiest
respect
,
for
she
knew
it
cost
him
an
effort
to
speak
out
then
and
there
,
because
his
conscience
would
not
let
him
be
silent
.
She
began
to
see
that
character
is
a
better
possession
than
money
,
rank
,
intellect
,
or
beauty
,
and
to
feel
that
if
greatness
is
what
a
wise
man
has
defined
it
to
be
,
‘
truth
,
reverence
,
and
good
will
’
,
then
her
friend
Friedrich
Bhaer
was
not
only
good
,
but
great
.
This
belief
strengthened
daily
.
She
valued
his
esteem
,
she
coveted
his
respect
,
she
wanted
to
be
worthy
of
his
friendship
,
and
just
when
the
wish
was
sincerest
,
she
came
near
to
losing
everything
.
It
all
grew
out
of
a
cocked
hat
,
for
one
evening
the
Professor
came
in
to
give
Jo
her
lesson
with
a
paper
soldier
cap
on
his
head
,
which
Tina
had
put
there
and
he
had
forgotten
to
take
off
.
"
It
’
s
evident
he
doesn
’
t
look
in
his
glass
before
coming
down
,
"
thought
Jo
,
with
a
smile
,
as
he
said
"
Goot
efening
,
"
and
sat
soberly
down
,
quite
unconscious
of
the
ludicrous
contrast
between
his
subject
and
his
headgear
,
for
he
was
going
to
read
her
the
Death
of
Wallenstein
.
