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She
was
the
personification
of
indiscretion
.
They
talked
very
loud
and
about
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
they
were
interrupted
by
a
violent
knock
at
the
door
.
It
was
M
.
de
Rênal
again
.
"
Open
quickly
,
there
are
thieves
in
the
house
!
"
he
said
.
"
Saint
Jean
found
their
ladder
this
morning
.
"
"
This
is
the
end
of
everything
,
"
cried
Madame
de
Rênal
,
throwing
herself
into
Julien
’
s
arms
.
"
He
will
kill
both
of
us
,
he
doesn
’
t
believe
there
are
any
thieves
.
I
will
die
in
your
arms
,
and
be
more
happy
in
my
death
than
I
ever
was
in
my
life
.
"
She
made
no
attempt
to
answer
her
husband
who
was
beginning
to
lose
his
temper
,
but
started
kissing
Julien
passionately
.
"
Save
Stanislas
’
s
mother
,
"
he
said
to
her
with
an
imperious
look
.
"
I
will
jump
down
into
the
courtyard
through
the
lavatory
window
,
and
escape
in
the
garden
;
the
dogs
have
recognised
me
.
Make
my
clothes
into
a
parcel
and
throw
them
into
the
garden
as
soon
as
you
can
.
In
the
meanwhile
let
him
break
the
door
down
But
above
all
,
no
confession
,
I
forbid
you
to
confess
,
it
is
better
that
he
should
suspect
rather
than
be
certain
.
"
"
You
will
kill
yourself
as
you
jump
!
"
was
her
only
answer
and
her
only
anxiety
.
She
went
with
him
to
the
lavatory
window
;
she
then
took
sufficient
time
to
hide
his
clothes
.
She
finally
opened
the
door
to
her
husband
who
was
boiling
with
rage
.
He
looked
in
the
room
and
in
the
lavatory
without
saying
a
word
and
disappeared
.
Julien
’
s
clothes
were
thrown
down
to
him
;
he
seized
them
and
ran
rapidly
towards
the
bottom
of
the
garden
in
the
direction
of
the
Doubs
.
As
he
was
running
he
heard
a
bullet
whistle
past
him
,
and
heard
at
the
same
time
the
report
of
a
gun
.
"
It
is
not
M
.
de
Rênal
,
"
he
thought
,
"
he
’
s
far
too
bad
a
shot
.
"
The
dogs
ran
silently
at
his
side
,
the
second
shot
apparently
broke
the
paw
of
one
dog
,
for
he
began
to
whine
piteously
.
Julien
jumped
the
wall
of
the
terrace
,
did
fifty
paces
under
cover
,
and
began
to
fly
in
another
direction
.
He
heard
voices
calling
and
had
a
distinct
view
of
his
enemy
the
servant
firing
a
gun
;
a
farmer
also
began
to
shoot
away
from
the
other
side
of
the
garden
.
Julien
had
already
reached
the
bank
of
the
Doubs
where
he
dressed
himself
.
An
hour
later
he
was
a
league
from
Verrières
on
the
Geneva
road
.
"
If
they
had
suspicions
,
"
thought
Julien
,
"
they
will
look
for
me
on
the
Paris
road
.
"
