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"
Deign
to
tell
me
what
has
happened
to
you
?
"
Julien
said
at
last
.
"
My
follies
,
"
answered
Madame
de
Rênal
in
a
hard
voice
whose
frigid
intonation
contained
in
it
a
certain
element
of
reproach
,
"
were
no
doubt
known
in
the
town
when
you
left
,
your
conduct
was
so
imprudent
.
Some
time
afterwards
when
I
was
in
despair
the
venerable
Chélan
came
to
see
me
.
He
tried
in
vain
for
a
long
time
to
obtain
a
confession
.
One
day
he
took
me
to
that
church
at
Dijon
where
I
made
my
first
communion
.
In
that
place
he
ventured
to
speak
himself
—
—
"
Madame
de
Rênal
was
interrupted
by
her
tears
.
"
What
a
moment
of
shame
.
I
confessed
everything
.
The
good
man
was
gracious
enough
not
to
overwhelm
me
with
the
weight
of
his
indignation
.
He
grieved
with
me
.
During
that
time
I
used
to
write
letters
to
you
every
day
which
I
never
ventured
to
send
.
I
hid
them
carefully
and
when
I
was
more
than
usually
unhappy
I
shut
myself
up
in
my
room
and
read
over
my
letters
.
"
"
At
last
M
.
Chélan
induced
me
to
hand
them
over
to
him
,
some
of
them
written
a
little
more
discreetly
were
sent
to
you
,
you
never
answered
.
"
"
I
never
received
any
letters
from
you
,
I
swear
!
"
"
Great
heavens
!
Who
can
have
intercepted
them
?
Imagine
my
grief
until
the
day
I
saw
you
in
the
cathedral
.
I
did
not
know
if
you
were
still
alive
.
"
"
God
granted
me
the
grace
of
understanding
how
much
I
was
sinning
towards
Him
,
towards
my
children
,
towards
my
husband
,
"
went
on
Madame
de
Rênal
.
"
He
never
loved
me
in
the
way
that
I
then
thought
that
you
had
loved
me
.
"
Julien
rushed
into
her
arms
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
without
any
particular
purpose
and
feeling
quite
beside
himself
.
But
Madame
de
Rênal
repelled
him
and
continued
fairly
firmly
.
"
My
venerable
friend
,
M
.
Chélan
,
made
me
understand
that
in
marrying
I
had
plighted
all
my
affections
,
even
those
which
I
did
not
then
know
,
and
which
I
had
never
felt
before
a
certain
fatal
attachment
.
.
.
after
the
great
sacrifice
of
the
letters
that
were
so
dear
to
me
,
my
life
has
flowed
on
,
if
not
happily
,
at
any
rate
calmly
.
Do
not
disturb
it
.
Be
a
friend
to
me
,
my
best
friend
.
"
Julien
covered
her
hand
with
kisses
.
She
perceived
he
was
still
crying
.
"
Do
not
cry
,
you
pain
me
so
much
.
Tell
me
,
in
your
turn
,
what
you
have
been
doing
,
"
Julien
was
unable
to
speak
.
"
I
want
to
know
the
life
you
lead
at
the
seminary
,
"
she
repeated
.
"
And
then
you
will
go
.
"
Without
thinking
about
what
he
was
saying
Julien
spoke
of
the
numberless
intrigues
and
jealousies
which
he
had
first
encountered
,
and
then
of
the
great
serenity
of
his
life
after
he
had
been
made
a
tutor
.
