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Updated: May 16, 2025
For an hour Tressan remained where he was, deep in thought and gnawing at his beard. Then with a sudden burst of passion, expressed in a round oath or two, he rose, and called for his horse that he might ride to Condillac.
None shall stay you," she promised him. He smiled. "I'll need some security for that. I do not choose to take your word for it, Madame de Condillac." "What security can I give you?" she cried, wringing her hands, her eyes on the boy's ashen face ashen from mingling fear and rage where it showed beyond Garnache's heavy boot. "Bid one of your knaves summon my servant.
A couple of hours after the engagement in the Marquis de Condillac's apartments at the Sanglier Noir at La Rochette, Monsieur de Garnache, attended only by Rabecque, rode briskly into France once more and made for the little town of Cheylas, which is on the road that leads down to the valley of the Isere and to Condillac. But not as far as the township did he journey.
Condillac was only supplanted in the French schools by the eclectic philosophy. The difference between French and English materialism is the difference between the two nationalities. The French endowed English materialism with wit, with flesh and blood, with eloquence. They invested it with grace and gave it the temperament that was still lacking. They civilized it.
Condillac applied to the mind the theory, true in 'the chemistry of the material chemists, that the 'compounds are the elements themselves. He errs when he infers from the analogy that a feeling which arises out of others can be resolved into them.
If that were so, assuredly the fellow deserved a lesson that should show him he was now in France, where different manners obtained to those that he displayed; yet, lest he should be something else, Garnache determined to pursue a policy of conciliation. It would be a madness to embroil himself just then, whether this fellow were of Condillac or not.
No sooner had she asked herself the question than herself she answered it, and an icy hand seemed to close about her heart. It was Marius who was dead. They had lied to her. Marius's was the body they had borne to Condillac those men in the livery of her stepson. With a sudden sob in her throat she took a step towards the coffin. She must see for herself.
To Condillac, the idea is a sensation which has fixed itself and which has been renewed and vivified by others; desire is a sensation which wishes to be repeated and seeks what opportunity offers for its renewal, and the will itself is only the most potent of desires.
"As it is, the fellow will go back hot with the outrage put upon him; there will be some fine talk of it in Paris; it will be spoken of as treason, as defiance of the King's Majesty, as rebellion. The Parliament may be moved to make outlaws of us, and the end of it all who shall foresee?" "It is a long distance from Condillac to Paris, madame," said her son, with a shrug.
Monsieur de Garnache assumed that he was in the presence of Marius de Condillac. He bowed a trifle stiffly, and was surprised to have his bow returned with a graciousness that amounted almost to cordiality. "You are from Paris, monsieur?" said the young man, in a gentle, pleasant voice. "I fear you have had indifferent weather for your journey."
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