But," evidently seeking to turn the conversation to avoid a subject which was painful to him, "you spoke of Georgei.

Ah! our generation has never known your brave hopes; and your grief, believe me, was better than our boredom.

We are useless encumberers of the earth.

Upon my word, it seems to me that we are unsettled, enfeebled, loving nothing and loving everything, ready to commit all sorts of follies.

I envy you those days of battle, those magnificent deeds of 'forty-eight and 'forty-nine.