If he wanted to see more of the world, should he find it in Madame de Cintre's eyes?
He would certainly find something there, call it this world or the next.

Throughout these rather formless meditations he sometimes thought of his past life and the long array of years (they had begun so early) during which he had had nothing in his head but "enterprise." They seemed far away now, for his present attitude was more than a holiday, it was almost a rupture.

He had told Tristram that the pendulum was swinging back and it appeared that the backward swing had not yet ended.

Still "enterprise," which was over in the other quarter wore to his mind a different aspect at different hours.

In its train a thousand forgotten episodes came trooping back into his memory.