In a few bold lines Zola sketches a living character.  Take the picture of old Mere Fetu.  One really feels her disagreeable presence, and is annoyed with her whining, leering, fawning, sycophancy.  One almost resents her introduction into the pages of the book.  There is something palpably odious about her personality.  A pleasing contrast is formed by the pendant portraits of the awkward little soldier and his kitchen-sweetheart.  This homely and wholesome couple one may meet any afternoon in Paris, on leave-of-absence days.  Their portraits, and the delicious description of the children’s party, are evidently studies from life.  With such vivid verisimilitude is the latter presented that one imagines, the day after reading the book, that he has been present at the pleasant function, and has admired the fluffy darlings, in their dainty costumes, with their chubby cavaliers.

It is barely fair to an author to give him the credit of knowing something about the proper relative proportions of his characters.  And so, although Dr. Deberle is somewhat shadowy, he certainly serves the author’s purpose, and—­well, Dr. Deberle is not the hero of “An Episode of Love.”  Rambaud and the good Abbe Jouve are certainly strong enough.  There seems to be a touch of Dickens about them.

Cities sometimes seem to be great organisms.  Each has an individuality, a specific identity, so marked, and peculiarities so especially characteristic of itself, that one might almost allow it a soul.  Down through the centuries has fair Lutetia come, growing in the artistic graces, until now she stands the playground of princes and the capital of the world, even as mighty Rome among the ancients.  And shall we object, because a few pages of “A Love Episode” are devoted to descriptions of Paris?  Rather let us be thankful for them.  These descriptions of the wonderful old city form a glorious pentatych.  They are invaluable to two classes of readers, those who have visited Paris and those who have not.  To the former they recall the days in which the spirit of the French metropolis seemed to possess their being and to take them under its wondrous spell.  To the latter they supply hints of the majesty and attractiveness of Paris, and give some inkling of its power to please.  And Zola loved his Paris as a sailor loves the sea.

C. C. STARKWEATHER.