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Next to these in the descending order are marine sands and sandstone, commonly called the Gres de Fontainebleau, from which a considerable number of shells, very distinct from those of the faluns, have been obtained at Etampes, south of Paris, and at Montmartre and other hills in Paris itself, or in its suburbs.
"I knew all the Hirschvogel, from old Veit downwards," said a fat grès de Flandre beer-jug: "I myself was made at Nürnberg." And he bowed to the great stove very politely, taking off his own silver hat I mean lid with a courtly sweep that he could scarcely have learned from burgomasters.
"Be not our proud in thy prosperite, Be not o'er proud in thy prosperity, For as it cumis, sa will it pass away; For as it comes, so will it pass away; Thy tym to compt is short, thou may weille se Thy time to count is short, thou mayst well see For of green gres soyn cumis walowit hay, For of green grass soon cometh withered hay, Labour is trewth, quhill licht is of the day.
A little further on is the Rue des Grès, narrow, crowded, picturesque, one uninterrupted perspective of bookstalls and bookshops from end to end.
"M. de Trailles looked at me with civil insult in his expression, and made as if he would take his leave. "'I am ready to go with you, said I. "When we reached the Rue de Gres, my dandy looked about him with a circumspection and uneasiness that set me wondering.
Both, as they came to know afterwards, were unsophisticated and shy, given to fears which cause a pleasurable emotion to solitary creatures. Perhaps they never would have been brought into communication if they had not come across each other that day of Lucien's disaster; for as Lucien turned into the Rue des Gres, he saw the student coming away from the Bibliotheque Sainte-Genevieve.
These expenses, all told, only amounted to eighteen sous, so two were left over for emergencies. I cannot recollect, during that long period of toil, either crossing the Pont des Arts, or paying for water; I went out to fetch it every morning from the fountain in the Place Saint Michel, at the corner of the Rue de Gres. Oh, I wore my poverty proudly.
The poor old fellow thinks of her and of nothing else. In all other respects you see he is a stupid animal; but get him on that subject, and his eyes sparkle like diamonds. That secret is not difficult to guess. He took some plate himself this morning to the melting-pot, and I saw him at Daddy Gobseck's in the Rue des Gres.
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