Moreover, it was scientific Positivism that he clung to; in his hatred of all mysticism he would have naught to do with the fantastic religious leanings of Comte in his last years.

And in Morin's brave, consistent, somewhat mournful life, there had been but one page of romance: the sudden feverish impulse which had carried him off to fight in Sicily by Garibaldi's side.

Afterwards he had again become a petty professor in Paris, obscurely earning a dismal livelihood.
* See M.Zola's "Rome," Chapters IV.

and XVI.
When Pierre returned to the bedroom he said to his brother in a tone of emotion: "Morin has brought me Barthes, who fancies himself in danger and asks my hospitality." At this Guillaume forgot himself and became excited: "Nicholas Barthes, a hero with a soul worthy of antiquity.

Oh! I know him; I admire and love him.