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This
great
event
had
whetted
the
zeal
of
all
these
gentlemen
.
Previously
there
were
few
things
to
which
they
would
have
objected
,
now
they
objected
to
nothing
.
There
was
rarely
any
overt
lack
of
consideration
,
but
Julien
had
already
caught
at
meals
two
or
three
little
short
dialogues
between
the
marquis
and
his
wife
which
were
cruel
to
those
who
were
seated
near
them
.
These
noble
personages
did
not
conceal
their
sincere
contempt
for
everyone
who
was
not
sprung
from
people
who
were
entitled
to
ride
in
the
carriages
of
the
king
.
Julien
noticed
that
the
word
crusade
was
the
only
word
which
gave
their
face
an
expression
of
deep
seriousness
akin
to
respect
.
Their
ordinary
respect
had
always
a
touch
of
condescension
.
In
the
middle
of
this
magnificence
and
this
boredom
Julien
was
interested
in
nothing
except
M
.
de
la
Mole
.
He
was
delighted
to
hear
him
protest
one
day
that
he
had
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
promotion
of
that
poor
Le
Bourguignon
,
it
was
an
attention
to
the
marquise
.
Julien
knew
the
truth
from
the
abbé
Pirard
.
The
abbé
was
working
in
the
marquis
’
s
library
with
Julien
one
morning
at
the
eternal
de
Frilair
lawsuit
.
"
Monsieur
,
"
said
Julien
suddenly
,
"
is
dining
every
day
with
madame
la
marquise
one
of
my
duties
or
a
special
favour
that
they
show
to
me
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
special
honour
,
"
replied
the
scandalised
abbé
.
"
M
.
the
Academician
,
who
has
been
cultivating
the
family
for
fifteen
years
,
has
never
been
able
to
obtain
so
much
for
his
M
.
Tanbeau
.
"
"
I
find
it
,
sir
,
the
most
painful
part
of
my
employment
.
I
was
less
bored
at
the
seminary
.
Some
times
I
see
even
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
yawn
,
and
yet
she
ought
to
be
accustomed
to
the
social
charms
of
the
friends
of
the
house
.
I
am
frightened
of
falling
asleep
.
As
a
favour
,
obtain
permission
for
me
to
go
and
get
a
forty
sous
’
dinner
in
some
obscure
inn
.
"
The
abbé
who
was
a
true
snob
,
was
very
appreciative
of
the
honour
of
dining
with
a
great
lord
.
While
he
was
endeavouring
to
get
Julien
to
understand
this
point
of
view
a
slight
noise
made
them
turn
round
.
Julien
saw
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
listening
.
He
reddened
.
She
had
come
to
fetch
a
book
and
had
heard
everything
.
She
began
to
entertain
some
respect
for
Julien
.
"
He
has
not
been
born
servile
,
"
she
thought
,
"
like
that
old
abbé
.
Heavens
,
how
ugly
he
is
.
"
At
dinner
Julien
did
not
venture
to
look
at
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
but
she
was
kind
enough
to
speak
to
him
.
They
were
expecting
a
lot
of
visitors
that
day
and
she
asked
him
to
stay
.
The
young
girls
of
Paris
are
not
at
all
fond
of
persons
of
a
certain
age
,
especially
when
they
are
slovenly
.
Julien
did
not
need
much
penetration
to
realise
that
the
colleagues
of
M
.
le
Bourguignon
who
remained
in
the
salon
had
the
privilege
of
being
the
ordinary
butt
of
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
’
s
jokes
.
On
this
particular
day
,
whether
or
not
by
reason
of
some
affectation
on
her
part
,
she
proved
cruel
to
bores
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
was
the
centre
of
a
little
knot
which
used
to
form
nearly
every
evening
behind
the
marquise
’
s
immense
arm
-
chair
.
There
were
to
be
found
there
the
marquis
de
Croisenois
,
the
comte
de
Caylus
,
the
vicomte
de
Luz
and
two
or
three
other
young
officers
,
the
friends
of
Norbert
or
his
sister
.
These
gentlemen
used
to
sit
down
on
a
large
blue
sofa
.
At
the
end
of
the
sofa
,
opposite
the
part
where
the
brilliant
Mathilde
was
sitting
,
Julien
sat
in
silence
on
a
little
,
rather
low
straw
chair
.
This
modest
position
was
envied
by
all
the
toadies
;
Norbert
kept
his
father
’
s
young
secretary
in
countenance
by
speaking
to
him
,
or
mentioning
him
by
name
once
or
twice
in
the
evening
.
On
this
particular
occasion
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
asked
him
what
was
the
height
of
the
mountain
on
which
the
citadel
of
Besançon
is
planted
.
Julien
had
never
any
idea
if
this
mountain
was
higher
or
lower
than
Montmartre
.
He
often
laughed
heartily
at
what
was
said
in
this
little
knot
,
but
he
felt
himself
incapable
of
inventing
anything
analagous
.
It
was
like
a
strange
language
which
he
understood
but
could
not
speak
.
