The quarrel was at an end. Juliette threw herself into her lover’s arms. He asked her pardon. “I ought to have understood, Juliette,” he said. “I was mad. I ought to have realised that your beloved Bruyères, which you had made with your own hands, you could not leave for another house so close. It was with money only that I created Le Grand Pin. To-morrow I will summon the builders. I will enlarge Bruyères, and next year, when we return, we shall be at home in your own house.” The year 1868, the year of her second marriage, opened well for Juliette. “_Tellement riante_,” she writes, “_que j’y vois tout en beau. Je suis heureuse autant qu’on peut imaginer...._”[111] As she awoke on New Year’s Day, Alice whispered, “Dear mother, I wish you what you already possess.” Her father, who had not come to Bruyères that year, wrote that he, too, was the happiest of men. For _cet étudiant rive gauche, ce fanatique de science_, as Juliette called him, was now at liberty to quit _cette rue impériale_, as he called the Rue de Rivoli, _infestée par les allées et venues de l’empereur et de l’impératrice_, and to inhabit the quarter of his dreams, to take a flat in the Rue S. Jacques close to the lecture-rooms and laboratories of those eminent scientists, Paul Bert and Claude Bernard. In every respect it was well that the two families should separate. The discordant temperaments of Juliette and her mother rendered it impossible for them to agree long together. Neither their summers in Paris nor their winters on the Riviera had been very happy. And as for Juliette, the bliss of life with a husband who adored her and shared all her interests soon compensated her for the loss of her favourite street. “_Nous sommes heureux à rendre jaloux_,” she wrote soon after her marriage.[112] “But, on the contrary, our friends enjoy our happiness. Their assiduity in visiting us grows. They love our home, and they cannot pass along the Boulevard Poissonnière without coming up to see us, especially in the evening.” Thus the _minuscule_ salon of the Rue de Rivoli was transformed into the Great Salon of the Boulevard Poissonnière. In the two troubled years which were to elapse before the outbreak of war, the Adams’ salon was to serve, as we have said, as a meeting-place for representatives of all parties in opposition: for _abstentionistes_ and for _sermentistes_, for the elder republicans who followed M. Thiers, and for _les Jeunes_ who followed Gambetta. “_Bientôt_,” writes Juliette, “_notre salon réunit toutes les opinions, depuis les orléanistes jusqu’aux irréconciliables_.”[113]