It is a virtue of his race.

He does not bear ill-will to those whom he persecutes.

One day, as he went up the stairway of the Institute with Renan and Oppert, he met Marmet, and extended his hand to him.
Marmet refused to take it, and said 'I do not know you.'-- 'Do you take me for a Latin inscription ?' Schmoll replied.

Marmet died and was buried because of that satire.

Now you know the reason why his widow sees his enemy with horror." "And I have made them dine together, side by side." "Madame, it was not immoral, but it was cruel." "My dear sir, I shall shock you, perhaps; but if I had to choose, I should like better to do an immoral thing than a cruel one." A young man, tall, thin, dark, with a long moustache, entered, and bowed with brusque suppleness.
"Monsieur Vence, I think that you know Monsieur Le Menil." They had met before at Madame Martin's, and saw each other often at the Fencing Club.