The provinces united in nations, the nations would unite in races, and the races would end by uniting in one immortal mankind--mankind at last without frontiers, or possibility of wars, mankind living by just labour amidst an universal commonwealth.

Was not this indeed the evolution, the object of the labour progressing everywhere, the finish reserved to History?
Might Italy then become a strong and healthy nation, might concord be established between her and France, and might that fraternity of the Latin races become the beginning of universal fraternity! Ah! that one fatherland, the whole earth pacified and happy, in how many centuries would that come--and what a dream! Then, on reaching the station the scramble prevented Pierre from thinking any further.

He had to take his ticket and register his luggage, and afterwards he at once climbed into the train.

At dawn on the next day but one, he would be back in Paris.
END ***** PARIS FROM THE THREE CITIES By Emile Zola Translated By Ernest A.Vizetelly.