CHAPTER II. 
COMPASSION. 
ONE day, into the studio of the painter Gros entered 
a pupil of his, a handsome and careless young man, 
who had thought it clever to pin to his hat a beauti- 
ful butterfly, which, having just been captured, was 
still struggling painfully. The artist, 
indignant, broke out into a violent 
passion. “ What, wretch!” he cried, 
“is this your feeling for the Beau- 
tiful? You find an exquisite 
creature, and can make no better use of it than to crucify and kill it 
barbarously !_ Begone, begone, and return here no more! Never again 
make your appearance in my presence !” 
