The world saw what his prizes of life were, and there was no need to praise or brag.

Dignity and pride were both sustained by silence and a wave of the hand, which in fact said to the world, "Look you, my masters, they belong to Jean Jacques.

Take heed." There his domestic scheme practically ended.

He was so busy that he took his joys by snatches, in moments of suspension of actual life, as it were.

His real life was in the eddy of his many interests, in the field of his superficial culture, in the eyes of the world.