nature of things that she could experience those feelings which still echo in the heights of Meillerie, and compared with which all the glittering accidents of fortune sink into insignificance." Not for any glittering accidents of fortune, certainly, did Marie-Jeanne Phlipon wed the austere Roland, but from a sense of devoting herself to the happiness of an honourable man and of making his life sweeter to him. She was a Julie making an offering of her life's happiness to Volmar, and yet—she had never loved!