And thus he had relapsed into his antique indolence, at heart well pleased at no longer being hustled by press of work, and again accommodating himself as best he could to his old mistress, Want, empty in pocket yet always a _grand seigneur_.
However, Pierre was struck by the great difference between the want and wretchedness of Rome and Paris.

In Rome the destitution was certainly more complete, the food more loathsome, the dirt more repulsive.

Yet at the same time the Roman poor retained more ease of manner and more real gaiety.

The young priest thought of the fireless, breadless poor of Paris, shivering in their hovels at winter time; and suddenly he understood.

The destitution of Rome did not know cold.