He needs rousing.

Let him travel through France, and see for himself that of which he has as yet only learnt at second-hand.

That will rouse him." And the journey through the valleys of the Garonne and the Dordogne had been undertaken.
Another, greater journey, was now afoot, to end at no less a centre of political life than Paris.

A start was to be made this evening, and Dormer Colville now came to report that all was ready and the horses at the gate.
"If there were scenes such as this for all of us to linger in, mademoiselle," he said, lifting his face to the western sky and inhaling the scent of the flowers growing knee-deep all around him, "men would accomplish little in their brief lifetime." His eyes, dreamy and reflective, wandered over the scene and paused, just for a moment in passing, on Juliette's face.

She continued her way, with no other answer than a smile.
"She grows, my dear Marquis--she grows every minute of the day and wakes up a new woman every morning," said Colville, in a confidential aside, and he went forward to meet Loo with his accustomed laugh of good-fellowship.