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"
All
the
same
he
has
worked
a
great
deal
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
.
"
He
is
happy
.
What
a
man
!
What
an
example
for
me
!
He
really
takes
the
cake
.
"
(
This
was
a
vulgar
phrase
which
he
had
learned
from
the
old
surgeon
)
.
As
the
sanctus
of
high
mass
sounded
,
Julien
wanted
to
take
a
surplice
to
follow
the
bishop
in
the
superb
procession
.
"
And
the
thieves
,
my
friend
!
And
the
thieves
,
"
exclaimed
the
abbé
Chas
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
them
?
The
procession
will
go
out
,
but
we
will
watch
,
will
you
and
I
.
We
shall
be
very
lucky
if
we
get
off
with
the
loss
of
a
couple
of
ells
of
this
fine
lace
which
surrounds
the
base
of
the
pillars
.
It
is
a
gift
of
Madame
de
Rubempré
.
It
comes
from
her
great
-
grandfather
the
famous
Count
.
It
is
made
of
real
gold
,
my
friend
,
"
added
the
abbé
in
a
whisper
,
and
with
evident
exaltation
.
"
And
all
genuine
.
I
entrust
you
with
the
watching
of
the
north
wing
.
Do
not
leave
it
.
I
will
keep
the
south
wing
and
the
great
nave
for
myself
.
Keep
an
eye
on
the
confessional
.
It
is
there
that
the
women
accomplices
of
the
thieves
always
spy
.
Look
out
for
the
moment
when
we
turn
our
backs
.
"
As
he
finished
speaking
,
a
quarter
to
twelve
struck
.
Immediately
afterwards
the
sound
of
the
great
clock
was
heard
.
It
rang
a
full
peal
.
These
full
solemn
sounds
affected
Julien
.
His
imagination
was
no
longer
turned
to
things
earthly
.
The
perfume
of
the
incense
and
of
the
rose
leaves
thrown
before
the
holy
sacrament
by
little
children
disguised
as
St
.
John
increased
his
exaltation
.
Logically
the
grave
sounds
of
the
bell
should
only
have
recalled
to
Julien
’
s
mind
the
thought
of
the
labour
of
twenty
men
paid
fifty
-
four
centimes
each
,
and
possibly
helped
by
fifteen
or
twenty
faithful
souls
.
Logically
,
he
ought
to
have
thought
of
the
wear
and
tear
of
the
cords
and
of
the
framework
and
of
the
danger
of
the
clock
itself
,
which
falls
down
every
two
centuries
,
and
to
have
considered
the
means
of
diminishing
the
salary
of
the
bell
-
ringers
,
or
of
paying
them
by
some
indulgence
or
other
grace
dispensed
from
the
treasures
of
the
Church
without
diminishing
its
purse
.
Julien
’
s
soul
exalted
by
these
sounds
with
all
their
virile
fulness
,
instead
of
making
these
wise
reflections
,
wandered
in
the
realm
of
imagination
.
He
will
never
turn
out
a
good
priest
or
a
good
administrator
.
Souls
which
get
thrilled
so
easily
are
at
the
best
only
capable
of
producing
an
artist
.
At
this
moment
the
presumption
of
Julien
bursts
out
into
full
view
.
Perhaps
fifty
of
his
comrades
in
the
seminary
made
attentive
to
the
realities
of
life
by
their
own
unpopularity
and
the
Jacobinism
which
they
are
taught
to
see
hiding
behind
every
hedge
,
would
have
had
no
other
thought
suggested
by
the
great
bell
of
the
cathedral
except
the
wages
of
the
ringers
.
They
would
have
analysed
with
the
genius
of
Bareme
whether
the
intensity
of
the
emotion
produced
among
the
public
was
worth
the
money
which
was
given
to
the
ringers
.
If
Julien
had
only
tried
to
think
of
the
material
interests
of
the
cathedral
,
his
imagination
would
have
transcended
its
actual
object
and
thought
of
economizing
forty
francs
on
the
fabric
and
have
lost
the
opportunity
of
avoiding
an
expense
of
twenty
-
five
centimes
.
While
the
procession
slowly
traversed
Besançon
on
the
finest
day
imaginable
,
and
stopped
at
the
brilliant
altar
-
stations
put
up
by
the
authorities
,
the
church
remained
in
profound
silence
.
There
prevailed
a
semi
-
obscurity
,
an
agreeable
freshness
.
It
was
still
perfumed
with
the
fragrance
of
flowers
and
incense
.
The
silence
,
the
deep
solitude
,
the
freshness
of
the
long
naves
sweetened
Julien
’
s
reverie
.
He
did
not
fear
being
troubled
by
the
abbé
Chas
,
who
was
engaged
in
another
part
of
the
building
.
His
soul
had
almost
abandoned
its
mortal
tenement
,
which
was
pacing
slowly
the
north
wing
which
had
been
trusted
to
his
surveillance
.
He
was
all
the
more
tranquil
when
he
had
assured
himself
that
there
was
no
one
in
the
confessional
except
some
devout
women
.
His
eyes
looked
in
front
of
him
seeing
nothing
.
His
reverie
was
almost
broken
by
the
sight
of
two
well
-
dressed
women
,
one
in
the
Confessional
,
and
the
other
on
a
chair
quite
near
her
.
He
looked
without
seeing
,
but
noticed
,
however
,
either
by
reason
of
some
vague
appreciation
of
his
duties
or
admiration
for
the
aristocratic
but
simple
dress
of
the
ladies
,
that
there
was
no
priest
in
the
Confessional
.
