"I do not know anything about him," rejoined Gilbert, candidly.
"Know, young man, that he is an unhappy creature." With a sigh he said it.
"Impossible! Jean Jacques Rousseau unhappy? Is there no justice above more than on earth? The man unhappy who has consecrated his life to the welfare of the race."
"I plainly see that you do not know him; so let us rather speak of yourself. Whither are you going?"
"To Paris. Do you belong there?"
"So far as I am living there, but I was not born in it. Why the question?"
"It is attached to the subject we were talking of; if you live in Paris, you may have seen the Philosopher Rousseau."
"Oh, yes, I have seen him."
"He is looked at as he passes along—they point to him as the benefactor of humanity?"
"No; the children follow him, and, encouraged by their parents, throw stones at him."