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"
I
was
hated
by
my
father
from
the
cradle
;
it
was
one
of
my
great
misfortunes
,
but
I
shall
no
longer
complain
of
my
luck
,
I
have
found
another
father
in
you
,
monsieur
.
"
"
That
is
good
,
that
is
good
,
"
said
the
embarrassed
abbé
,
then
suddenly
remembering
quite
appropriately
a
seminary
platitude
"
you
must
never
say
luck
,
my
child
,
always
say
providence
.
"
The
fiacre
stopped
.
The
coachman
lifted
up
the
bronze
knocker
of
an
immense
door
.
It
was
the
Hôtel
de
la
Mole
,
and
to
prevent
the
passers
by
having
any
doubt
on
the
subject
these
words
could
be
read
in
black
marble
over
the
door
.
This
affectation
displeased
Julien
.
"
They
are
so
frightened
of
the
Jacobins
.
They
see
a
Robespierre
and
his
tumbril
behind
every
head
.
Their
panic
is
often
gloriously
grotesque
and
they
advertise
their
house
like
this
so
that
in
the
event
of
a
rising
the
rabble
can
recognise
it
and
loot
it
.
"
He
communicated
his
thought
to
the
abbé
Pirard
.
"
Yes
,
poor
child
,
you
will
soon
be
my
curate
.
What
a
dreadful
idea
you
have
got
into
your
head
.
"
"
Nothing
could
be
simpler
,
"
said
Julien
.
The
gravity
of
the
porter
,
and
above
all
,
the
cleanness
of
the
court
,
struck
him
with
admiration
.
It
was
fine
sunshine
.
"
What
magnificent
architecture
,
"
he
said
to
his
friend
.
The
hotel
in
question
was
one
of
those
buildings
of
the
Faubourg
Saint
-
Germain
with
a
flat
façade
built
about
the
time
of
Voltaire
’
s
death
.
At
no
other
period
had
fashion
and
beauty
been
so
far
from
one
another
.
Ludicrous
and
pathetic
memory
:
the
first
drawing
-
room
where
one
appeared
alone
and
without
support
at
the
age
of
eighteen
!
the
look
of
a
woman
sufficed
to
intimidate
me
.
The
more
I
wished
to
please
the
more
clumsy
I
became
.
I
evolved
the
most
unfounded
ideas
about
everything
.
I
would
either
abandon
myself
without
any
reason
,
or
I
would
regard
a
man
as
an
enemy
simply
because
he
had
looked
at
me
with
a
serious
air
;
but
all
the
same
,
in
the
middle
of
the
unhappiness
of
my
timidity
,
how
beautiful
did
I
find
a
beautiful
day
—
Kant
.
Julien
stopped
in
amazement
in
the
middle
of
the
courtyard
.
"
Pull
yourself
together
,
"
said
the
abbé
Pirard
.
"
You
get
horrible
ideas
into
your
head
,
besides
you
are
only
a
child
.
What
has
happened
to
the
nil
mirari
of
Horace
(
no
enthusiasm
)
remember
that
when
they
see
you
established
here
this
crowd
of
lackeys
will
make
fun
of
you
.
They
will
see
in
you
an
equal
who
has
been
unjustly
placed
above
them
;
and
,
under
a
masquerade
of
good
advice
and
a
desire
to
help
you
,
they
will
try
to
make
you
fall
into
some
gross
blunder
.
"
"
Let
them
do
their
worst
,
"
said
Julien
biting
his
lip
,
and
he
became
as
distrustful
as
ever
.
