I would say to any one who has taste and feeling, go to Vevay, visit the surrounding country, examine the prospects, go on the lake and then say, whether nature has not designed this country for a Julia, a Clara, and a St.Preux; but do not seek them there.

I now return to my story.
Giving myself out for a Catholic, I followed without mystery or scruple the religion I had embraced.

On a Sunday, if the weather was fine, I went to hear mass at Assans, a place two leagues distant from Lausanne, and generally in company with other Catholics, particularly a Parisian embroiderer, whose name I have forgotten.

Not such a Parisian as myself, but a real native of Paris, an arch-Parisian from his maker, yet honest as a peasant.

He loved his country so well, that he would not doubt my being his countryman, for fear he should not have so much occasion to speak of it.