“Our great industrial centres have recovered all their activity; religion, more consolidated, smiles in all hearts; our ports are full, confidence is born again, and France breathes once more!»
«Besides,» added Rodolphe, «perhaps from the world's point of view they are right.»
«How so?» she asked.
«What!» said he. «Do you not know that there are souls constantly tormented?
They need by turns to dream and to act, the purest passions and the most turbulent joys, and thus they fling themselves into all sorts of fantasies, of follies.»
Then she looked at him as one looks at a traveller who has voyaged over strange lands, and went on—”