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"
I
shall
have
the
honour
of
seeing
you
again
to
-
morrow
at
the
same
hour
,
"
he
said
finally
to
the
curé
.
Chélan
,
who
reckoned
on
carrying
so
young
a
man
by
storm
,
talked
a
great
deal
.
Julien
,
cloaked
in
the
most
complete
humbleness
,
both
of
demeanour
and
expression
,
did
not
open
his
lips
.
Eventually
he
left
,
and
ran
to
warn
Madame
de
Rênal
whom
he
found
in
despair
.
Her
husband
had
just
spoken
to
her
with
a
certain
amount
of
frankness
.
The
weakness
of
his
character
found
support
in
the
prospect
of
the
legacy
,
and
had
decided
him
to
treat
her
as
perfectly
innocent
.
He
had
just
confessed
to
her
the
strange
state
in
which
he
had
found
public
opinion
in
Verrières
.
The
public
was
wrong
;
it
had
been
misled
by
jealous
tongues
.
But
,
after
all
,
what
was
one
to
do
?
Madame
de
Rênal
was
,
for
the
moment
,
under
the
illusion
that
Julien
would
accept
the
offer
of
Valenod
and
stay
at
Verrières
.
But
she
was
no
longer
the
simple
,
timid
woman
that
she
had
been
the
preceding
year
.
Her
fatal
passion
and
remorse
had
enlightened
her
.
She
soon
realised
the
painful
truth
(
while
at
the
same
time
she
listened
to
her
husband
)
,
that
at
any
rate
a
temporary
separation
had
become
essential
.
When
he
is
far
from
me
,
Julien
will
revert
to
those
ambitious
projects
which
are
so
natural
when
one
has
no
money
.
And
I
,
Great
God
!
I
am
so
rich
,
and
my
riches
are
so
useless
for
my
happiness
.
He
will
forget
me
.
Loveable
as
he
is
,
he
will
be
loved
,
and
he
will
love
.
You
unhappy
woman
.
What
can
I
complain
of
?
Heaven
is
just
.
I
was
not
virtuous
enough
to
leave
off
the
crime
.
Fate
robs
me
of
my
judgment
.
I
could
easily
have
bribed
Elisa
if
I
had
wanted
to
;
nothing
was
easier
.
I
did
not
take
the
trouble
to
reflect
for
a
moment
.
The
mad
imagination
of
love
absorbed
all
my
time
.
I
am
ruined
.
When
Julien
apprised
Madame
de
Rênal
of
the
terrible
news
of
his
departure
,
he
was
struck
with
one
thing
.
He
did
not
find
her
put
forward
any
selfish
objections
.
She
was
evidently
making
efforts
not
to
cry
.
"
We
have
need
of
firmness
,
my
dear
.
"
She
cut
off
a
strand
of
her
hair
.
"
I
do
no
know
what
I
shall
do
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
"
but
promise
me
if
I
die
,
never
to
forget
my
children
.
Whether
you
are
far
or
near
,
try
to
make
them
into
honest
men
.
If
there
is
a
new
revolution
,
all
the
nobles
will
have
their
throats
cut
.
Their
father
will
probably
emigrate
,
because
of
that
peasant
on
the
roof
who
got
killed
.
Watch
over
my
family
.
Give
me
your
hand
.
Adieu
,
my
dear
.
These
are
our
last
moments
.
Having
made
this
great
sacrifice
,
I
hope
I
shall
have
the
courage
to
consider
my
reputation
in
public
.
"
Julien
had
been
expecting
despair
.
The
simplicity
of
this
farewell
touched
him
.
"
No
,
I
am
not
going
to
receive
your
farewell
like
this
.
I
will
leave
you
now
,
as
you
yourself
wish
it
.
But
three
days
after
my
departure
I
will
come
back
to
see
you
at
night
.
"
