Habit, however, makes even the lion-tamer fearless:  these invalids buy their course tickets, entitling to cure, concert and ecarte; and they bathe and gamble and engulf their deadly draughts with the immunity of long familiarity.

A distinctive attraction of Eaux Bonnes is its abundance of promenades.  There are walks of all grades of difficulty.  One can mount to a summer-house or to the summit of the Pic de Ger.  If he does not want to mount at all, he can walk for half a league along a perfect level,—­the Promenade Horizontale.  This walk is unique among walks.  It was artificially laid out for precisely such people,—­those who do not want to ascend and descend.  It runs back around the bend of the Gourzy overlooking the Laruns hollow, the carriage-road grooving its way down far below it.  In this region of angles and slants, this marvelous path moves leisurely forward, plane as a spirit-level, broad and well kept, shaded with trees, relieved with benches, and affording inspiring views throughout.  Each of the promenades has its view and its cascade and almost its hour.  With so many idlers, it is easily believed that each is duly popular.  And when one tires of promenades or of liveliness or even of fine weather,—­can he not easily drive to Gabas?

“We are all kept in good order here,” observes Blackburn, in his account of the Pyrenees resorts; “everything is en regle and au regle, and if we stay a whole season we need not be at a loss how to get through the days.  It is all arranged for us; there is the particular promenade for the early morning, facing the east; the exact spot to which you are to walk (and no farther) between the time of taking each glass of water; the after-breakfast cascade, the noon siesta, the ride at three, another cascade and more water or a bath at four, promenade at five, dinner at six, Promenade Horizontale until eight, then the Casino, balls, ‘societe,’ ecarte, or more moonlight walks,—­and then decidedly early to bed.”

Caillou and the liverymen predict a fine to-morrow for the long carriage-journey we have planned.  The breeze is resolutely east, they say.  This fact seems anything but convincing to us, accustomed to the weather signs of the west Atlantic seaboard.  But here, as is quickly explained, the reversed signs prevail, and it is the west wind that dampens feathers and the spirits of rheumatics.

The band on Sunday plays at night as well as in the afternoon, and as the music, though secular, cannot be excluded, we throw open the windows and frankly welcome it as we sit in our balconies overlooking the lighted park in the mild evening air.  The band plays well, and people throng the paths and listen appreciatively.  Two overtures, a waltz movement, the Melody in F, a march, and a cornet obligate which is vigorously applauded, may serve as index of the unpartisan scope of selection.  Music is enjoyed to the full in Europe; many a well-to-do city