only merry man I've seen in England," thought Julien to himself, as he left the prison.
"The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God," Vane had said to him.
We suppress the rest of the system as being cynical.
"What amusing notion do you bring me from England?" said M. la Mole to him on his return. He was silent. "What notion do you bring me, amusing or otherwise?" repeated the marquis sharply.
"In the first place," said Julien, "The sanest Englishman is mad one hour every day. He is visited by the Demon of Suicide who is the local God.
"In the second place, intellect and genius lose twenty-five per cent, of their value when they disembark in England.
"In the third place, nothing in the world is so beautiful, so admirable, so touching, as the English landscapes."
"Now it is my turn," said the marquis.
"In the first place, why do you go and say at the ball at the Russian Ambassador's that there were three hundred thousand young men of twenty in France who passionately desire war? Do you think that is nice for the kings?"
"One doesn't know what to do when talking to great diplomats," said Julien. "They have a mania for starting serious discussions. If one confines oneself to the commonplaces of the papers, one is taken for a fool. If one indulges in some original truth, they are astonished and at a loss for an answer, and get you informed by the first Secretary of the Embassy at seven o'clock next day that your conduct has been unbecoming."
"Not bad," said the marquis laughing. "Anyway I will wager Monsieur Deep-one that you have not guessed what you went to do in England."
"Pardon me," answered Julien. "I went there to dine once a week with the king's ambassador, who is the most polite of men."
"You went to fetch this cross you see here," said the marquis to him. "I do not want to make you leave off your black suit, and I have got accustomed to the more amusing tone I have assumed with the man who wears the blue suit. So understand this until further orders. When I see this cross, you will be my friend, the Duke of Chaulne's younger son,
