“To-day, the manner by which color may be rendered permanent and friendship lasting is ranked among the lost arts,” continued the painter. “He who discovers the first will become rich; he who finds the second will be happy.”
“If you will consent,” stammered Eusebe, “we will seek them together.”
“Agreed: it will not kill us,” responded Paul; and they separated.
CHAPTER XII.
The son of the respectable philosopher M. Martin had now been at Paris for two weeks. He spent the day in various ways, but in the evening he was invariably found at one of the places of amusement.
In order to become acquainted with the different features of the French stage, he had resolved to visit all the theatres of the French capital, commencing with the most distant.
In the first place, he visited the “Délassements Comiques.” On that occasion the attraction consisted of a “Review of the Year,” an allegorical spectacle in fourteen tableaux. Eusebe was unable to comprehend the drift of the piece, and returned to his lodgings in a melancholy mood.
On the following evening the provincial went to the “Folies Dramatiques,” where they gave another “review.” He could not comprehend this effort at all, and retired before the close of the piece. His mind was more hopelessly puzzled than it had been on the previous evening.