Come back to life, love, bestow yourself, be a man!" Pierre raised a dolorous cry: "No, no, the death born of doubt has swept through me, withering and shattering everything, and nothing more can live in that cold dust!" "But, come," resumed Guillaume, "you cannot have reached such absolute negation.

No man reaches it.

Even in the most disabused of minds there remains a nook of fancy and hope.

To deny charity, devotion, the prodigies which love may work, ah! for my part I do not go so far as that.

And now that you have shown me your sore, why should I not tell you my dream, the wild hope which keeps me alive! It is strange; but, are _savants_ to be the last childish dreamers, and is faith only to spring up nowadays in chemical laboratories ?" Intense emotion was stirring Guillaume; there was battle waging in both his brain and his heart.