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The
height
of
the
walls
,
the
depth
of
the
ditches
,
the
terrible
aspect
of
the
cannons
had
been
engrossing
him
for
several
hours
when
he
passed
before
the
great
café
on
the
boulevard
.
He
was
motionless
with
wonder
;
it
was
in
vain
that
he
read
the
word
café
,
written
in
big
characters
above
the
two
immense
doors
.
He
could
not
believe
his
eyes
.
He
made
an
effort
to
overcome
his
timidity
.
He
dared
to
enter
,
and
found
himself
in
a
hall
twenty
or
thirty
yards
long
,
and
with
a
ceiling
at
least
twenty
feet
high
.
To
-
day
,
everything
had
a
fascination
for
him
.
Two
games
of
billiards
were
in
progress
.
The
waiters
were
crying
out
the
scores
.
The
players
ran
round
the
tables
encumbered
by
spectators
.
Clouds
of
tobacco
smoke
came
from
everybody
’
s
mouth
,
and
enveloped
them
in
a
blue
haze
.
The
high
stature
of
these
men
,
their
rounded
shoulders
,
their
heavy
gait
,
their
enormous
whiskers
,
the
long
tailed
coats
which
covered
them
,
everything
combined
to
attract
Julien
’
s
attention
.
These
noble
children
of
the
antique
Bisontium
only
spoke
at
the
top
of
their
voice
.
They
gave
themselves
terrible
martial
airs
.
Julien
stood
still
and
admired
them
.
He
kept
thinking
of
the
immensity
and
magnificence
of
a
great
capital
like
Besançon
.
He
felt
absolutely
devoid
of
the
requisite
courage
to
ask
one
of
those
haughty
looking
gentlemen
,
who
were
crying
out
the
billiard
scores
,
for
a
cup
of
coffee
.
But
the
young
lady
at
the
bar
had
noticed
the
charming
face
of
this
young
civilian
from
the
country
,
who
had
stopped
three
feet
from
the
stove
with
his
little
parcel
under
his
arm
,
and
was
looking
at
the
fine
white
plaster
bust
of
the
king
.
This
young
lady
,
a
big
Franc
-
comtoise
,
very
well
made
,
and
dressed
with
the
elegance
suitable
to
the
prestige
of
the
café
,
had
already
said
two
or
three
times
in
a
little
voice
not
intended
to
be
heard
by
any
one
except
Julien
,
"
Monsieur
,
Monsieur
.
"
Julien
’
s
eyes
encountered
big
blue
eyes
full
of
tenderness
,
and
saw
that
he
was
the
person
who
was
being
spoken
to
.
He
sharply
approached
the
bar
and
the
pretty
girl
,
as
though
he
had
been
marching
towards
the
enemy
.
In
this
great
manœuvre
the
parcel
fell
.
What
pity
will
not
our
provincial
inspire
in
the
young
lycée
scholars
of
Paris
,
who
,
at
the
early
age
of
fifteen
,
know
already
how
to
enter
a
café
with
so
distinguished
an
air
?
But
these
children
who
have
such
style
at
fifteen
turn
commonplace
at
eighteen
.
The
impassioned
timidity
which
is
met
with
in
the
provinces
,
sometimes
manages
to
master
its
own
nervousness
,
and
thus
trains
the
will
.
"
I
must
tell
her
the
truth
,
"
thought
Julien
,
who
was
becoming
courageous
by
dint
of
conquering
his
timidity
as
he
approached
this
pretty
girl
,
who
deigned
to
address
him
.
"
Madame
,
this
is
the
first
time
in
my
life
that
I
have
come
to
Besançon
.
I
should
like
to
have
some
bread
and
a
cup
of
coffee
in
return
for
payment
.
"
The
young
lady
smiled
a
little
,
and
then
blushed
.
She
feared
the
ironic
attention
and
the
jests
of
the
billiard
players
might
be
turned
against
this
pretty
young
man
.
He
would
be
frightened
and
would
not
appear
there
again
.
"
Sit
here
near
me
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
showing
him
a
marble
table
almost
completely
hidden
by
the
enormous
mahogany
counter
which
extended
into
the
hall
.
The
young
lady
leant
over
the
counter
,
and
had
thus
an
opportunity
of
displaying
a
superb
figure
.
Julien
noticed
it
.
All
his
ideas
changed
.
The
pretty
young
lady
had
just
placed
before
him
a
cup
,
some
sugar
,
and
a
little
roll
.
She
hesitated
to
call
a
waiter
for
the
coffee
,
as
she
realised
that
his
arrival
would
put
an
end
to
her
tête
-
à
-
tête
with
Julien
.
Julien
was
pensively
comparing
this
blonde
and
merry
beauty
with
certain
memories
which
would
often
thrill
him
.
