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"
Who
could
have
put
this
paper
there
?
"
said
Julien
.
"
Poor
fellow
!
"
he
added
with
a
sigh
,
"
the
last
syllable
of
his
name
is
the
same
as
mine
,
"
and
he
crumpled
up
the
paper
.
As
he
left
,
Julien
thought
he
saw
blood
near
the
Host
,
it
was
holy
water
which
the
priests
had
been
sprinkling
on
it
,
the
reflection
of
the
red
curtains
which
covered
the
windows
made
it
look
like
blood
.
Finally
,
Julien
felt
ashamed
of
his
secret
terror
.
"
Am
I
going
to
play
the
coward
,
"
he
said
to
himself
:
"
To
Arms
!
"
This
phrase
,
repeated
so
often
in
the
old
Surgeon
-
Major
’
s
battle
stories
,
symbolized
heroism
to
Julien
.
He
got
up
rapidly
and
walked
to
M
.
de
Rênal
’
s
house
.
As
soon
as
he
saw
it
twenty
yards
in
front
of
him
he
was
seized
,
in
spite
of
his
fine
resolution
,
with
an
overwhelming
timidity
.
The
iron
grill
was
open
.
He
thought
it
was
magnificent
.
He
had
to
go
inside
.
Julien
was
not
the
only
person
whose
heart
was
troubled
by
his
arrival
in
the
house
.
The
extreme
timidity
of
Madame
de
Rênal
was
fluttered
when
she
thought
of
this
stranger
whose
functions
would
necessitate
his
coming
between
her
and
her
children
.
She
was
accustomed
to
seeing
her
sons
sleep
in
her
own
room
.
She
had
shed
many
tears
that
morning
,
when
she
had
seen
their
beds
carried
into
the
apartment
intended
for
the
tutor
.
It
was
in
vain
that
she
asked
her
husband
to
have
the
bed
of
Stanislas
-
Xavier
,
the
youngest
,
carried
back
into
her
room
.
Womanly
delicacy
was
carried
in
Madame
de
Rênal
to
the
point
of
excess
She
conjured
up
in
her
imagination
the
most
disagreeable
personage
,
who
was
coarse
,
badly
groomed
and
encharged
with
the
duty
of
scolding
her
children
simply
because
he
happened
to
know
Latin
,
and
only
too
ready
to
flog
her
sons
for
their
ignorance
of
that
barbarous
language
.
Non
so
piú
cosa
son
Cosa
facio
.
MOZART
(
Figaro
)
.
Madame
de
Rênal
was
going
out
of
the
salon
by
the
folding
window
which
opened
on
to
the
garden
with
that
vivacity
and
grace
which
was
natural
to
her
when
she
was
free
from
human
observation
,
when
she
noticed
a
young
peasant
near
the
entrance
gate
.
He
was
still
almost
a
child
,
extremely
pale
,
and
looked
as
though
he
had
been
crying
.
He
was
in
a
white
shirt
and
had
under
his
arm
a
perfectly
new
suit
of
violet
frieze
.
The
little
peasant
’
s
complexion
was
so
white
and
his
eyes
were
so
soft
,
that
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
somewhat
romantic
spirit
thought
at
first
that
it
might
be
a
young
girl
in
disguise
,
who
had
come
to
ask
some
favour
of
the
M
.
the
Mayor
.
She
took
pity
on
this
poor
creature
,
who
had
stopped
at
the
entrance
of
the
door
,
and
who
apparently
did
not
dare
to
raise
its
hand
to
the
bell
.
Madame
de
Rênal
approached
,
forgetting
for
the
moment
the
bitter
chagrin
occasioned
by
the
tutor
’
s
arrival
.
Julien
,
who
was
turned
towards
the
gate
,
did
not
see
her
advance
.
He
trembled
when
a
soft
voice
said
quite
close
to
his
ear
:
