he seemed to care for but little,
except as a means of supplying his acids, salts and plates. He
rigorously tested every metal, in its iodides and bromides;
industriously coated his plates with every substance that could be
albumenized, and plunged his negatives into baths of every mineral that
could be reduced to the form of a vapor. His activity was prodigious;
his ingenuity exhaustless, his industry absolutely boundless. He was as
familiar with chemistry as he was with the outlines of the geography of
Scotland. Every headland, spring and promontory of that science he knew
by heart. The most delicate experiments he performed with ease, and the
greatest rapidity. Nature seemed to have endowed him with a native
aptitude for analysis. His love was as profound as it was ready; in
fact, if there was anything he detested more than loud laughter, it was
superficiality. He instinctively pierced at once to the roots and
sources of things; and never rested, after seeing an effect, until he
groped his way back to the cause. "Never stand still," he would often
say to his pupil, "where the ground is boggy. Reach the rock before you
rest." This maxim was the great index to his character; the key to all
his researches.

Time fled so rapidly and to Lucile so pleasantly, too, that she had
reached the very verge of her legal maturity before she once deigned to
bestow a thought upon what change, if any, her eighteenth birthday would
bring about. A few days preceding her accession to majority, a large
package of letters from France, _via_ New York, arrived, directed to M.
Marmont himself, and evidently written without a knowledge of his death.
The bundle came to my care, and I hastened at once to deliver it,
personally, to the blooming and really beautiful Lucile. I had not seen
her for many months, and was surprised to find so great an improvement
in her health and appearance. Her manners were more marked, her
conversation more rapid and decided, and the general contour of her form
far more womanly. It required only a moment's interview to convince me
that she possessed unquestioned talent of a high order, and a spirit as
imperious as a queen's. Those famous eyes of hers, that had, nearly two
years before, attracted in such a remarkable manner the attention of
Pollexfen, had not failed in the least; on the contrary, time had
intensified their power, and given them a depth of meaning and a
dazzling brilliancy that rendered them almost i