His eyes were expanded, his brow flushed, and from time to time he stuck
black pins into this chart, and whenever he did so consulted the
manuscripts which he held in his hand. When he had inserted the last
pin, he arose, and with a cry of joy looked around like a conqueror; as
great men are wont to survey their fields of triumphs. "Europe is ours,"
said he, "and the world is Europe's." The vaccine of _Carbonarism_ has
taken, and courses from vein to vein, to the very noblest portion of the
social body. It has reached and taken possession of the heart. The old
man is dead and a new being is about to be born. Better still, Lazarus,
regenerated, is about to burst from the tomb.

Afraid to yield to a false hope, trembling lest he should be deceived in
his calculations, the Doctor leaned again over his chart, and began to
compute the black pins which, like a mourning cloak, covered the map of
Europe. And indeed the terrible monster he had named was a pall thrown
over the happiness of the people of the world. The idealists and
ambitious men who sought to extend it were the murderers of all
prosperity. A Gothic clock which leaned against the wall struck eleven.
The features of the Doctor at once changed their expression, and
infinite grief replaced the enthusiasm which pervaded them. He hurried
to a low window of his cabinet, and pushing aside the curtain, looked
anxiously into a garden which was behind the house he dwelt in, and from
which he was separated only by the _parterre_ of which we have spoken
before. This garden belonged to a magnificent hotel in the street of
Verennes. A large portal decked with flower vases led to rooms on the
ground-floor. This door was just then opened and a beautiful girl
hurried past, when the Doctor went to the window of his cabinet. The
young girl walked down an alley well lighted; she seemed to seek for the
generous heat of the sun, and turned toward it like a true Heliotrope.
She seemed to take no care of her complexion, for her head was scarcely
covered by a straw-hat which could not avert the heat. A thin dress of
embroidered muslin with short sleeves displayed her arms, and a blue
sash surrounded her thin and delicate form. She gathered a few flowers,
and cut away a few bad branches of the rose-trees with an elegant
English pruning-knife. Then after having passed two or three times up
and down the alley in front of the portal, she put her hand to her brow
as if to make a visor to shield