Mssr. John Progrès, a diminutive god, whisks a young romantic couple to a satirical
anti-utopia in the year 3000.
— Michael Main
He was comfortably seated on a machine of English Make, the smoke of which enveloped him
in clouds of fantastic shape, and on the instrument panel there was a daguerreotype from
the workshops of M. le Chevalier. Maurice, a little alarmed at first at this sudden
apparition, was reassured by his mild appearance. He looked boldly at the little visitor
and asked him who he was.