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There
was
much
laughter
and
admiration
;
such
is
the
kind
of
wit
which
is
customary
in
Verrières
.
Julien
had
already
got
up
and
in
spite
of
etiquette
everybody
got
up
as
well
,
so
great
is
the
dominion
exercised
by
genius
.
Madame
Valenod
kept
him
for
another
quarter
of
an
hour
.
He
really
must
hear
her
children
recite
their
catechisms
.
They
made
the
most
absurd
mistakes
which
he
alone
noticed
.
He
was
careful
not
to
point
them
out
.
"
What
ignorance
of
the
first
principles
of
religion
,
"
he
thought
.
Finally
he
bowed
and
thought
he
could
get
away
;
but
they
insisted
on
his
trying
a
fable
of
La
Fontaine
.
"
That
author
is
quite
immoral
,
"
said
Julien
to
Madame
Valenod
.
A
certain
fable
on
Messire
Jean
Chouart
dares
to
pour
ridicule
on
all
that
we
hold
most
venerable
.
He
is
shrewdly
blamed
by
the
best
commentators
.
Before
Julien
left
he
received
four
or
five
invitations
to
dinner
.
"
This
young
man
is
an
honour
to
the
department
,
"
cried
all
the
guests
in
chorus
.
They
even
went
so
far
as
to
talk
of
a
pension
voted
out
of
the
municipal
funds
to
put
him
in
the
position
of
continuing
his
studies
at
Paris
.
While
this
rash
idea
was
resounding
through
the
dining
-
room
Julien
had
swiftly
reached
the
front
door
.
"
You
scum
,
you
scum
,
"
he
cried
,
three
or
four
times
in
succession
in
a
low
voice
as
he
indulged
in
the
pleasure
of
breathing
in
the
fresh
air
.
He
felt
quite
an
aristocrat
at
this
moment
,
though
he
was
the
very
man
who
had
been
shocked
for
so
long
a
period
by
the
haughty
smile
of
disdainful
superiority
which
he
detected
behind
all
the
courtesies
addressed
to
him
at
M
.
de
Rênal
’
s
.
He
could
not
help
realising
the
extreme
difference
.
Why
let
us
even
forget
the
fact
of
its
being
money
stolen
from
the
poor
inmates
,
he
said
to
himself
as
he
went
away
,
let
us
forget
also
their
stopping
the
singing
.
M
.
de
Rênal
would
never
think
of
telling
his
guests
the
price
of
each
bottle
of
wine
with
which
he
regales
them
,
and
as
for
this
M
.
Valenod
,
and
his
chronic
cataloguing
of
his
various
belongings
,
he
cannot
talk
of
his
house
,
his
estate
,
etc
.
,
in
the
presence
of
his
wife
without
saying
,
"
Your
house
,
your
estate
.
"
This
lady
,
who
was
apparently
so
keenly
alive
to
the
delights
of
decorum
,
had
just
had
an
awful
scene
during
the
dinner
with
a
servant
who
had
broken
a
wine
-
glass
and
spoilt
one
of
her
dozens
;
and
the
servant
too
had
answered
her
back
with
the
utmost
insolence
.
"
What
a
collection
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
;
"
I
would
not
live
like
they
do
were
they
to
give
me
half
of
all
they
steal
.
I
shall
give
myself
away
one
fine
day
.
I
should
not
be
able
to
restrain
myself
from
expressing
the
disgust
with
which
they
inspire
one
.
"
It
was
necessary
,
however
,
to
obey
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
injunction
and
be
present
at
several
dinners
of
the
same
kind
.
Julien
was
the
fashion
;
he
was
forgiven
his
Guard
of
Honour
uniform
,
or
rather
that
indiscretion
was
the
real
cause
of
his
successes
.
Soon
the
only
question
in
Verrières
was
whether
M
.
de
Rênal
or
M
.
the
director
of
the
workhouse
would
be
the
victor
in
the
struggle
for
the
clever
young
man
.
These
gentlemen
formed
,
together
with
M
.
Maslon
,
a
triumvirate
which
had
tyrannised
over
the
town
for
a
number
of
years
.
People
were
jealous
of
the
mayor
,
and
the
Liberals
had
good
cause
for
complaint
,
but
,
after
all
,
he
was
noble
and
born
for
a
superior
position
,
while
M
.
Valenod
’
s
father
had
not
left
him
six
hundred
francs
a
year
.
His
career
had
necessitated
a
transition
from
pitying
the
shabby
green
suit
which
had
been
so
notorious
in
his
youth
,
to
envying
the
Norman
horses
,
his
gold
chains
,
his
Paris
clothes
,
his
whole
present
prosperity
.
Julien
thought
that
he
had
discovered
one
honest
man
in
the
whirlpool
of
this
novel
world
.
He
was
a
geometrist
named
Gros
,
and
had
the
reputation
of
being
a
Jacobin
.
Julien
,
who
had
vowed
to
say
nothing
but
that
which
he
disbelieved
himself
,
was
obliged
to
watch
himself
carefully
when
speaking
to
M
.
Gros
.
He
received
big
packets
of
exercises
from
Vergy
.
He
was
advised
to
visit
his
father
frequently
,
and
he
fulfilled
his
unpleasant
duty
.
In
a
word
he
was
patching
his
reputation
together
pretty
well
,
when
he
was
thoroughly
surprised
to
find
himself
woken
up
one
morning
by
two
hands
held
over
his
eyes
.
It
was
Madame
de
Rênal
who
had
made
a
trip
to
the
town
,
and
who
,
running
up
the
stairs
four
at
a
time
while
she
left
her
children
playing
with
a
pet
rabbit
,
had
reached
Julien
’
s
room
a
moment
before
her
sons
.
This
moment
was
delicious
but
very
short
:
Madame
de
Rênal
had
disappeared
when
the
children
arrived
with
the
rabbit
which
they
wanted
to
show
to
their
friend
.
Julien
gave
them
all
a
hearty
welcome
,
including
the
rabbit
.
He
seemed
at
home
again
.
He
felt
that
he
loved
these
children
and
that
he
enjoyed
gossiping
with
them
.
He
was
astonished
at
the
sweetness
of
their
voices
,
at
the
simplicity
and
dignity
of
their
little
ways
;
he
felt
he
needed
to
purge
his
imagination
of
all
the
vulgar
practices
and
all
the
unpleasantnesses
among
which
he
had
been
living
in
Verrières
.
For
there
everyone
was
always
frightened
of
being
scored
off
,
and
luxury
and
poverty
were
at
daggers
drawn
.
The
people
with
whom
he
would
dine
would
enter
into
confidences
over
the
joint
which
were
as
humiliating
for
themselves
as
they
were
nauseating
to
the
hearer
.
