"A little Russian lad is thrown on his own resources in London at the time of the Queen's Jubilee. His experiences in restaurants and hotels, and his development and success are told with a style and humor that suggest De Morgan, and make a story above the average. It has not enough action, for an English story, to appeal to most novel-readers."
, frequent academic groves; and he was not to be put off by the pious bookseller--had he not also had a philosopher in his house the year before, and was he not going to Nantes to see this same savant before returning to his beloved St. Saviour's parish.
But Paris and Nantes and Rouen and Havre abashed and discomfited him, played havoc with his self-esteem, confused his brain, and vexed him by formality, and, more than all, by their indifference to himself. He admired, yet he wished to be admired; he was humble, but he wished all people and things to be humble with him. When he halted he wanted the world to halt; when he entered a cathedral--Notre Dame or any other; or a great building--the Law Courts at Rouen or any other; he simply wanted people to say, wanted the cathedral, or at least the cloister, to whisper to itself, "Here comes Jean Jacques Barbille."
That was all he wanted, and that would have sufficed. He would not have had them whisper about his philosophy and his intellect, or the mills a