Last week the publishers of the late Camille Flammarion, famed astronomer, announced that ten volumes of his works were yet to be issued. All must be revised, edited; some entirely rewritten. This work, they added, has been undertaken by his widow, Gabrielle.
On her way to school along lime-bordered paths past the back-hedges of the burghers of Juvissy, France, little Gabrielle Renaudot, a spindling girl with legs like matches, hempen ringlets and immense brown eyes peering from the wan mask of her face, would pause, with furtive admiration, to watch the famed astronomer meditating...