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One day early in May£¬ 1821£¬ David and Lucien were standing together by the window that looked into the yard. It was nearly two o'clock£¬ and the four or five men were going out to dinner. David waited until the apprentice had shut the street door with the bell fastened to it£» then he drew Lucien out into the yard as if the smell of paper£¬ ink£¬ and presses and old woodwork had grown intolerable to him£¬ and together they sat down under the vines£¬ keeping the office and the door in view. The sunbeams£¬ playing among the trellised vine-shoots£¬ hovered over the two'poets£¬ making£¬ as it were£¬ an aureole about their heads£¬ bringing the contrast between their faces and their characters into a vigorous relief that would have tempted the brush of some great painter.
¡¡¡¡David's physique was of the kind that Nature gives to the fighter£¬ the man born to struggle in obscurity£¬ or with the eyes of all men turned upon him. The strong shoulders£¬ rising above the broad chest£¬ were in keeping with the full development ofhis whole frame. With his thick crop of black hair£¬ his fleshy£¬ highcolored£¬ swarthy face£¬ supported by a thick neck£¬ he looked at first sight like one of Boileau's canons£º but on a second glance there was that in the lines about the thick lips£¬ in the dimple of the chin£¬ in the turn of the square nostrils£¬ with the broad irregular line of central cleavage£¬ and£¬ above all£¬ in the eyes£¬ with the steady light of an all-absorbing love that burned in them£¬ which revealed the real character of the manthe wisdom of the thinker£¬ the strenuous melancholy of a spirit that discerns the horizon on either side£¬ and sees clearly to the end of winding ways£¬ turning the clear light of analysis upon the joys of fruition£¬ known as yet in idea alone£¬ and quick to turn from them in disgust. You might look for the fiash of genius from such a face£» you could not miss the ashes of the volcano£» hopes extinguished beneath a profound sense ofthe social annihilation to which lowly birth and lack of fortune condemns so many a loftier mind. And by the side of the poor printer£¬ who loathed a handicraft so closely allied to intellectual work£¬ close to this Silenus£¬joyless£¬ self-sustained£¬ drinking deep draughts from the cup of knfowledge and ofpoetry that he might forget the cares of his narrow lot in the intoxication of soul and brain£¬ stood Lucien£¬ graceful as some sculptured Indian Bacchus.
¡¡¡¡For in Lucien's face there was the distinction of line which stamps the beauty of the antique£» the Greek profile£¬ with the velvet whiteness of women's faces£¬ and eyes full of love£¬ eyes so blue that they looked dark against a pearly setting£¬ and dewy and fresh as those of a child. Those beautiful eyes looked out from under their long chestnut lashes£¬ beneath eyebrows that might have been traced by a Chinese pencil. The silken down on his cheeks£¬ like his bright curling hair£¬ shone golden in the sunlight. A divine graciousness transfused the white temples that caught that golden gleam£» a matchless nobleness had set its seal in the short chin raised£¬ but not abruptly. The smile that hovered about the coral lips£¬ yet redder as they seemed by force of contrast with the even teeth£¬ was the smile ofsome sorrowing angel. Lucien's hands denoted race£» they were shapely hands£» hands that men obey at a sign£¬ and women love to kiss. Lucien was slender and of middle height. From a glance at his feet£¬ he might have been taken for a girl in disguise£¬ and this so much the more easily from the feminine contour of the hips£¬ a characteristic of keen-witted£¬ not to say£¬ astute£¬ men. This is a trait which seldom misleads£¬ and in
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