{"product_id":"2940013773271","title":"In the Rue Monge","description":"The Professor swung himself round on the high stool on which he was\u003cbr\u003esitting, and blinked tired, watery eyes at his interlocutor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You were saying, milor'?\" he asked in his shaky, high-pitched voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd the other resumed with exemplary patience:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I was trying to explain to you, my friend, that no one is safe these\u003cbr\u003edays, and that at any moment one of those devils on the Committee of\u003cbr\u003ePublic Safety might set your name down on the list of the suspects.\u003cbr\u003eNow, I promised your daughter over in England that my friends and I\u003cbr\u003ewould look after you; but even without such a promise. . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe paused, for obviously the little man was not really listening. He\u003cbr\u003ehad begun by trying to be attentive, by trying to understand the\u003cbr\u003eimport of what his friend was saying; but his attention was already\u003cbr\u003ewandering and his pale, tired eyes were turned longingly in the\u003cbr\u003edirection of his test-tubes, his microscopes and other scientific\u003cbr\u003eparaphernalia which littered his table. Now, when his friend ceased\u003cbr\u003espeaking, he again tried to appear interested.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, yes, my daughter!\" he murmured vaguely. \"Pretty girl, she was.\u003cbr\u003eMarried that nice man Tessan; a prosperous farmer he was. They were on\u003cbr\u003etheir honeymoon in England when this awful revolution fell upon us\u003cbr\u003ehere. Lucky for them! They were never able to return to France.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe continued to ramble on in this vague, inconsequent way; his friend\u003cbr\u003elistened to him with undivided attention. They were such a strange\u003cbr\u003econtrast, these two: the powerfully-built Englishman, dressed simply\u003cbr\u003ebut with scrupulous care, a man with finely-moulded hands and lazy,\u003cbr\u003egrey eyes that had at times marvellous flashes in them of enthusiasm\u003cbr\u003eand command--a leader of men, obviously, a fearless sportsman and\u003cbr\u003edaring adventurer--and his learned friend, a man with wizened body and\u003cbr\u003espine prematurely bent, with noble, thoughtful forehead and timid,\u003cbr\u003equivering mouth. A worse-assorted pair could not easily be found. But\u003cbr\u003ethey were friends, nevertheless. It was a friendship based on mutual\u003cbr\u003erespect, even though there was on the one side a strong element of\u003cbr\u003eprotective affection and on the other a timid, almost childlike trust.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I would like to go to England with you some day, milor',\" the\u003cbr\u003eprofessor went on with a yearning little sigh. \"I believe I could do\u003cbr\u003egreat things in England. I could meet your famous Jenner and show him\u003cbr\u003esome of my own experiments in the field of vaccine. These are not\u003cbr\u003ealtogether to be despised,\" he added, with a quaint chuckle of self-\u003cbr\u003esatisfaction. \"And, believe me, my friend, this Revolutionary\u003cbr\u003egovernment is not made up of asses. They have a certain respect for\u003cbr\u003escience, especially for the curative sciences; they know that sickness\u003cbr\u003estalks abroad in spite of all their decrees and their talk of a\u003cbr\u003emillennium, and they are not likely to molest those of us who work for\u003cbr\u003ethe better health conditions of the people.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Englishman said nothing for a moment or two. He regarded his\u003cbr\u003eingenuous little friend with a kindly, gently-mocking glance. At last\u003cbr\u003ehe said:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You really believe that, do you, my good Rollin?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, yes, I believe it. I had the assurance lately of no less a\u003cbr\u003epersonage than the great Couthon, Robespierre's bosom friend, that the\u003cbr\u003eCommittee of Public Safety will never touch me while I carry on such\u003cbr\u003eimportant experiments.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You could carry them on so much better in England, my friend. The\u003cbr\u003esense of safety would add zest to your work and you would spare your\u003cbr\u003edaughter who loves you a cruel anxiety.\"","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070268883184,"sku":"2940013773271","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013773271_p0.jpg?v=1763598939","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013773271","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}