At last, as she was about to resume her reading, Paris slowly came into view.  Not a breath of wind had stirred; it was as if a magician had waved his wand.  The last gauzy film detached itself, soared and vanished in the air; and the city spread out without a shadow, under the conquering sun.  Helene, with her chin resting on her hand, gazed on this mighty awakening.

A far-stretching valley appeared, with a myriad of buildings huddled together.  Over the distant range of hills were scattered close-set roofs, and you could divine that the sea of houses rolled afar off behind the undulating ground, into the fields hidden from sight.  It was as the ocean, with all the infinity and mystery of its waves.  Paris spread out as vast as the heavens on high.  Burnished with the sunshine that lovely morning, the city looked like a field of yellow corn; and the huge picture was all simplicity, compounded of two colors only, the pale blue of the sky, and the golden reflections of the housetops.  The stream of light from the spring sun invested everything with the beauty of a new birth.  So pure was the light that the minutest objects became visible.  Paris, with its chaotic maze of stonework, shone as though under glass.  From time to time, however, a breath of wind passed athwart this bright, quiescent serenity; and then the outlines of some districts grew faint, and quivered as if they were being viewed through an invisible flame.

Helene took interest at first in gazing on the large expanse spread under her windows, the slope of the Trocadero, and the far-stretching quays.  She had to lean out to distinguish the deserted square of the Champ-de-Mars, barred at the farther end by the sombre Military School.  Down below, on thoroughfare and pavement on each side of the Seine, she could see the passers-by—­a busy cluster of black dots, moving like a swarm of ants.  A yellow omnibus shone out like a spark of fire; drays and cabs crossed the bridge, mere child’s toys in the distance, with miniature horses like pieces of mechanism; and amongst others traversing the grassy slopes was a servant girl, with a white apron which set a bright spot in all the greenery.  Then Helene raised her eyes; but the crowd scattered and passed out of sight, and even the vehicles looked like mere grains of sand; there remained naught but the gigantic carcass of the city, seemingly untenanted and abandoned, its life limited to the dull trepidation by which it was agitated.  There, in the foreground to the left, some red roofs were shining, and the tall chimneys of the Army Bakehouse slowly poured out their smoke; while, on the other side of the river, between the Esplanade and the Champ-de-Mars, a grove of lofty elms clustered, like some patch of a park, with bare branches, rounded tops, and young buds already bursting forth, quite clear to the eye.  In the centre of the picture, the Seine spread out and reigned between its grey banks, to which rows of casks, steam cranes,