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"
I
will
send
my
son
to
the
Château
.
"
The
Mayor
’
s
officials
called
his
house
by
this
designation
when
they
wanted
to
humour
him
.
When
he
got
back
to
his
workshop
,
it
was
in
vain
that
Sorel
sought
his
son
.
Suspicious
of
what
might
happen
,
Julien
had
gone
out
in
the
middle
of
the
night
.
He
wished
to
place
his
Cross
of
the
Legion
of
Honour
and
his
books
in
a
place
of
safety
.
He
had
taken
everything
to
a
young
wood
-
merchant
named
Fouqué
,
who
was
a
friend
of
his
,
and
who
lived
in
the
high
mountain
which
commands
Verrières
.
"
God
knows
,
you
damned
lazy
bones
,
"
said
his
father
to
him
when
he
re
-
appeared
,
"
if
you
will
ever
be
sufficiently
honourable
to
pay
me
back
the
price
of
your
board
which
I
have
been
advancing
to
you
for
so
many
years
.
Take
your
rags
and
clear
out
to
M
.
the
Mayor
’
s
.
"
Julien
was
astonished
at
not
being
beaten
and
hastened
to
leave
.
He
had
scarcely
got
out
of
sight
of
his
terrible
father
when
he
slackened
his
pace
.
He
considered
that
it
would
assist
the
rôle
played
by
his
hypocrisy
to
go
and
say
a
prayer
in
the
church
.
The
word
hypocrisy
surprises
you
?
The
soul
of
the
peasant
had
had
to
go
through
a
great
deal
before
arriving
at
this
horrible
word
.
Julien
had
seen
in
the
days
of
his
early
childhood
certain
Dragoons
of
the
6th
with
long
white
cloaks
and
hats
covered
with
long
black
plumed
helmets
who
were
returning
from
Italy
,
and
tied
up
their
horses
to
the
grilled
window
of
his
father
’
s
house
.
The
sight
had
made
him
mad
on
the
military
profession
.
Later
on
he
had
listened
with
ecstasy
to
the
narrations
of
the
battles
of
Lodi
,
Arcola
and
Rivoli
with
which
the
old
surgeon
-
major
had
regaled
him
.
He
observed
the
ardent
gaze
which
the
old
man
used
to
direct
towards
his
cross
.
But
when
Julien
was
fourteen
years
of
age
they
commenced
to
build
a
church
at
Verrières
which
,
in
view
of
the
smallness
of
the
town
,
has
some
claim
to
be
called
magnificent
.
There
were
four
marble
columns
in
particular
,
the
sight
of
which
impressed
Julien
.
They
became
celebrated
in
the
district
owing
to
the
mortal
hate
which
they
raised
between
the
Justice
of
the
Peace
and
the
young
vicar
who
had
been
sent
from
Besançon
and
who
passed
for
a
spy
of
the
congregation
.
The
Justice
of
the
Peace
was
on
the
point
of
losing
his
place
,
so
said
the
public
opinion
at
any
rate
.
Had
he
not
dared
to
have
a
difference
with
the
priest
who
went
every
fortnight
to
Besançon
;
where
he
saw
,
so
they
said
,
my
Lord
the
Bishop
.
In
the
meanwhile
the
Justice
of
the
Peace
,
who
was
the
father
of
a
numerous
family
,
gave
several
sentences
which
seemed
unjust
:
all
these
sentences
were
inflicted
on
those
of
the
inhabitants
who
read
the
"
Constitutionnel
.
"
The
right
party
triumphed
.
It
is
true
it
was
only
a
question
of
sums
of
three
or
five
francs
,
but
one
of
these
little
fines
had
to
be
paid
by
a
nail
-
maker
,
who
was
god
-
father
to
Julien
.
This
man
exclaimed
in
his
anger
"
What
a
change
!
and
to
think
that
for
more
than
twenty
years
the
Justice
of
the
Peace
has
passed
for
an
honest
man
.
"
