But for to-night it is late, and an inn were more convenient." "Go then to the 'Bible and Hand,'" the sergeant answered.

"It is a decent house, as are all in Geneva.

If you think to find here a roistering, drinking, swearing tavern, such as you'd find in Dijon----" "I come to study, not to drink," the young man answered eagerly.
"Well, the 'Bible and Hand,' then! It will answer your purpose well.
Cross the bridge and go straight on.

It is in the Bourg du Four." The youth thanked him with a pleased air, and turning his back on the gate proceeded briskly towards the heart of the city.

Though it was not Sunday the inhabitants were pouring out from the evening preaching as plentifully as if it had been the first day of the week; and as he scanned their grave and thoughtful faces--faces not seldom touched with sternness or the scars of war--as he passed between the gabled steep-roofed houses and marked their order and cleanliness, as he saw above him and above them the two great towers of the cathedral, he felt a youthful fervour and an enthusiasm not to be comprehended in our age.
To many of us the name and memory of Geneva stand for anything but freedom.