"I am going," he said in conclusion, "to announce to them an artist, a poet: that'll work up their imagination." Toward five o'clock, two valets from the chateau came to take charge of my light baggage, and to advise me that a carriage was waiting for me on top of the hills.

I bade farewell to my cell; I thanked my hosts; and I kissed their little urchins, all besmeared and ill-kempt as they were.

These kind people seemed to see me going with regret.

I felt, myself, an extraordinary and unaccountable sadness.

I know not what strange sentiment attached me to that valley, but I left it with an aching heart, as one leaves his native country.
More to-morrow, Paul, for I am exhausted..