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When
he
talked
to
his
father
over
the
dinner
from
one
end
of
the
table
to
the
other
,
he
did
justice
to
Julien
’
s
courage
.
It
was
the
only
thing
one
could
possibly
praise
about
his
style
of
riding
.
The
young
count
had
heard
in
the
morning
the
men
who
groomed
the
horses
in
the
courtyard
making
Julien
’
s
fall
an
opportunity
for
the
most
outrageous
jokes
at
his
expense
.
In
spite
of
so
much
kindness
Julien
soon
felt
himself
completely
isolated
in
this
family
.
All
their
customs
seemed
strange
to
him
,
and
he
was
cognizant
of
none
of
them
.
His
blunders
were
the
delight
of
the
valets
.
The
abbé
Pirard
had
left
for
his
living
.
"
If
Julien
is
a
weak
reed
,
let
him
perish
.
If
he
is
a
man
of
spirit
,
let
him
get
out
of
his
difficulties
all
alone
,
"
he
thought
.
If
everything
in
the
aristocratic
salon
of
the
Hotel
de
la
Mole
seemed
strange
to
Julien
,
that
pale
young
man
in
his
black
suit
seemed
in
his
turn
very
strange
to
those
persons
who
deigned
to
notice
him
.
Madame
de
la
Mole
suggested
to
her
husband
that
he
should
send
him
off
on
some
business
on
those
days
when
they
had
certain
persons
to
dinner
.
"
I
wish
to
carry
the
experiment
to
its
logical
conclusion
,
"
answered
the
marquis
.
"
The
abbé
Pirard
contends
that
we
are
wrong
in
crushing
the
self
-
respect
of
the
people
whom
we
allow
around
us
.
One
can
only
lean
on
what
resists
.
The
only
thing
against
this
man
is
his
unknown
face
,
apart
from
that
he
is
a
deaf
mute
.
"
"
If
I
am
to
know
my
way
about
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
.
"
I
must
write
down
the
names
of
the
persons
whom
I
see
come
to
the
salon
together
with
a
few
words
on
their
character
.
"
He
put
at
the
head
of
the
list
five
or
six
friends
of
the
house
who
took
every
opportunity
of
paying
court
to
him
,
believing
that
he
was
protected
by
a
whim
of
the
marquis
.
They
were
poor
dull
devils
.
But
it
must
be
said
in
praise
of
this
class
of
men
,
such
as
they
are
found
to
-
day
in
the
salons
of
the
aristocracy
,
that
every
one
did
not
find
them
equally
tame
.
One
of
them
was
now
allowing
himself
to
be
bullied
by
the
marquis
,
who
was
venting
his
irritation
at
a
harsh
remark
which
had
been
addressed
to
him
by
the
marquise
.
The
masters
of
the
house
were
too
proud
or
too
prone
to
boredom
;
they
were
too
much
used
to
finding
their
only
distraction
in
the
addressing
of
insults
,
to
enable
them
to
expect
true
friends
.
But
,
except
on
rainy
days
and
in
rare
moments
of
savage
boredom
,
they
always
showed
themselves
perfectly
polite
.
If
the
five
or
six
toadies
who
manifested
so
paternal
an
affection
towards
Julien
had
deserted
the
Hotel
de
la
Mole
,
the
marquise
would
have
been
exposed
to
long
spells
of
solitude
,
and
in
the
eyes
of
women
of
that
class
,
solitude
is
awful
,
it
is
the
symbol
of
disgrace
.
