"Rousseau says that the man is incomplete who enjoys a result without seeking the cause."
"Yes; but, also, that man in perfecting himself by the discovery, loses his happiness, freshness and instincts."
"What matter if what he gains compensates him for the losses?"
"Gad! you are not only a botanist and a musician, but a logician. At present we only require a copyist. While copying, you will train your hand to write more easily when you compose for yourself. Meanwhile, with a couple of hours' copy work at night, you may earn the wherewithal to follow the courses in the colleges of medicine, surgery and botany."
"I understand you," exclaimed Gilbert, "and I thank you from the bottom of my heart."
He settled himself to begin work on the sheet of paper held out by the kind gentleman.
[CHAPTER XXIX.]
WHO MASTER JACQUES WAS.
While the novice was covering the paper with his first attempts, the old gentleman set to reading printer's proofs—long leaves blank on one side like the paper of which was made the bean bags.
At nine Therese rushed in.