He remained fettered to earth.

Was there no means of escaping out of one's self, out of earthly limitations, and attaining an upper ether where the soul, ravished, would glory in its giddy flight?
Ah, the lesson was hard and decisive.

For having one time hoped so much, what regrets, what a tumble! Decidedly, Reality does not pardon him who despises her; she avenges herself by shattering the dream and trampling it and casting the fragments into a cesspool.
"Don't be vexed, dear, because it is taking me so long," said Mme.
Chantelouve behind the curtain.
He thought crudely, "I wish you would get to hell out of here," and aloud he asked politely if she had need of his services.
"She was so mysterious, so enticing," he resumed to himself.

"Her eyes, remote, deep as space, and reflecting cemeteries and festivals at the same time.

And she has shown herself up for all she is, within an hour.
I have seen a new Hyacinthe, talking like a silly little milliner in heat.