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Pécuchet had risen at dawn, and trembling lest he should be discovered, he had cut the two trees according to the measurement given in the written instructions sent him by Dumouchel. For six months the others behind the two above mentioned assumed the forms of pyramids, cubes, cylinders, stags, or armchairs; but there was nothing equal to the peacocks. Bouvard acknowledged it with many eulogies.

Everything depends on laws; therefore, there are final causes." Bouvard imagined that perhaps Spinoza would furnish him with some arguments, and he wrote to Dumouchel to get him Saisset's translation. Dumouchel sent him a copy belonging to his friend Professor Varelot, exiled on the 2nd of December. Ethics terrified them with its axioms, its corollaries.

Next day, at dawn, with a mattock and a pick, they made an attack on their fossil, whose covering cracked. It was an ammonite nodosus, corroded at the ends but weighing quite six pounds; and in his enthusiasm Pécuchet exclaimed: "We cannot do less than present it to Dumouchel!" They next chanced upon sponges, lampshells, orks but no alligator.

But if matter in movement were sufficient to create beings, they would not be so varied. For in the beginning lands, water, men, and plants had no existence. What, then, is this primordial matter, which we have never seen, which is no portion of created things, and which yet has produced them all? Sometimes they wanted a book. Dumouchel, tired of assisting them, no longer answered their letters.

About the middle of midsummer they received a circular announcing the marriage of Dumouchel with Madame Olympe-Zulma Poulet, a widow. "God bless him!" And they recalled the time when they were happy. Why were they no longer following the harvesters? Where were the days when they went through the different farm-houses looking everywhere for antiquities?

He wrote to Dumouchel to get shrubs with seeds for him, purchased a stock of heath soil, and set to work resolutely. But he planted passion-flowers in the shade and pansies in the sun, covered the hyacinths with dung, watered the lilies near their blossoms, tried to stimulate the fuchsias with glue, and actually roasted a pomegranate by exposing it to the heat of the kitchen fire.

"Why admit," objected Bouvard, "that fables are more true than the truths of historians?" Pécuchet tried to explain myths, and got lost in the Scienza Nuova. "Will you deny the design of Providence?" "I don't know it!" said Bouvard. And they decided to refer to Dumouchel. The professor confessed that he was now at sea on the subject of history. "It is changing every day.

Pécuchet was for sentiment and ideality, Bouvard for imagery and colouring; and they began to understand each other no longer, each wondering that the other should be so shallow. The science which is known as æsthetics would perhaps settle their differences. A friend of Dumouchel, a professor of philosophy, sent them a list of works on the subject.

A deal desk, placed exactly in the centre of the room caused inconvenience by its sharp corners; and all around, on the boards, on the three chairs, on the old armchair, and in the corners, were scattered pell-mell a number of volumes of the "Roret Encyclopædia," "The Magnetiser's Manual," a Fénelon, and other old books, with heaps of waste paper, two cocoa-nuts, various medals, a Turkish cap, and shells brought back from Havre by Dumouchel.

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