“So was I. Can’t think how I missed you.” The artist paused a moment. “Hugo was a great man. No question. But for myself, I prefer another writer of that generation—and that’s Balzac. He tried to depict the exact reality of the world he saw all around him. From the richest aristocrat to the poorest fellow in the street, and all the men and women in between—lawyers, shopkeepers, whores, beggars. We call it realism. That’s what some of the people you call Impressionists are doing, too. Renoir painted the people at the Moulin de la Galette. I paint all kinds of things, including railway trains. As for beauty, what does that mean? A railway is beautiful to me. Because we don’t live in a world of nymphs and fawns and classical gods. We live in a world of railways, and steam and iron bridges. It’s new and exciting. It’s the great adventure. It’s the spirit of the age.” He grinned at Thomas. “You build the bridges, my friend, and I’ll paint them.”

Thomas stared at him. No one had ever spoken to him like this before. But he understood well enough. And the painter was right. The railways and their bridges were the spirit of the age. He, a humble ironworker, should be part of it. And the greatest iron construction in the history of the world was about to begin, here in Paris.

“I am going to be building Monsieur Eiffel’s tower,” he suddenly declared.

Norbert Goeneutte stared at his canvas thoughtfully for a moment, then he looked up and delivered his verdict.

“I congratulate you. That’s a big adventure, my friend.”

That Wednesday was the first of June. Luc was surprised when Thomas insisted he accompany him to Madame Michel’s emporium in the morning, but he set off with him all the same. It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hill of Montmartre that Thomas told him his plan.

“You’re mad,” said Luc. “What will our mother say? And father too.”

“I’m going to do it anyway,” said Thomas.

While Thomas waited, therefore, Luc went through the Place de Clichy to the widow’s store and told her: “My brother is sick today. He sent me to tell you and apologize.” Madame was most concerned, and only when Luc had assured her that Thomas had nothing more than an upset stomach, and that he would certainly be back at work the next day, did she let him go.