Jacques was discontented, and almost envied the life of his old friends, the Water Drinkers.
He sought to divert himself, held out his hand to pleasure, and made fresh acquaintances.

He associated with the poet Rodolphe, whom he had met at a cafe, and each felt a warm sympathy towards the other.

Jacques explained his worries, and Rodolphe was not long in understanding their cause.
"My friend," said he, "I know what it is," and tapping him on the chest just over the heart he added, "Quick, you must rekindle the fire there, start a little love affair at once, and ideas will recur to you." "Ah!" said Jacques.

"I loved Francine too dearly." "It will not hinder you from still always loving her.

You will embrace her on another's lips." "Oh!" said Jacques.