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The
abbé
Pirard
motioned
to
Julien
from
some
distance
off
;
M
.
de
la
Mole
had
just
said
something
to
him
.
But
when
Julien
,
who
was
listening
at
the
moment
with
downcast
eyes
to
the
lamentations
of
the
bishop
,
had
at
length
got
free
and
was
able
to
get
near
his
friend
,
he
found
him
monopolised
by
the
abominable
little
Tanbeau
.
The
little
beast
hated
him
as
the
cause
of
Julien
’
s
favour
with
the
marquis
,
and
was
now
making
up
to
him
.
"
When
will
death
deliver
us
from
that
aged
rottenness
,
"
it
was
in
these
words
of
a
biblical
energy
that
the
little
man
of
letters
was
now
talking
of
the
venerable
Lord
Holland
.
His
merit
consisted
in
an
excellent
knowledge
of
the
biography
of
living
men
,
and
he
had
just
made
a
rapid
review
of
all
the
men
who
could
aspire
to
some
influence
under
the
reign
of
the
new
King
of
England
.
The
abbé
Pirard
passed
in
to
an
adjacent
salon
.
Julien
followed
him
.
"
I
warn
you
the
marquis
does
not
like
scribblers
,
it
is
his
only
prejudice
.
Know
Latin
and
Greek
if
you
can
manage
it
,
the
history
of
the
Egyptians
,
Persians
,
etc
.
,
he
will
honour
and
protect
you
as
a
learned
man
.
But
don
’
t
write
a
page
of
French
,
especially
on
serious
matters
which
are
above
your
position
in
society
,
or
he
will
call
you
a
scribbler
and
take
you
for
a
scoundrel
.
How
is
it
that
living
as
you
do
in
the
hotel
of
a
great
lord
you
don
’
t
know
the
Duke
de
Castries
’
epigram
on
Alembert
and
Rousseau
:
’
the
fellow
wants
to
reason
about
everything
and
hasn
’
t
got
an
income
of
a
thousand
crowns
’
!
"
"
Everything
leaks
out
here
,
"
thought
Julien
,
"
just
like
the
seminary
.
"
He
had
written
eight
or
six
fairly
drastic
pages
.
It
was
a
kind
of
historical
eulogy
of
the
old
surgeon
-
major
who
had
,
he
said
,
made
a
man
of
him
.
"
The
little
note
book
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
,
"
has
always
been
locked
.
"
He
went
up
to
his
room
,
burnt
his
manuscript
and
returned
to
the
salon
.
The
brilliant
scoundrels
had
left
it
,
only
the
men
with
the
stars
were
left
.
Seven
or
eight
very
aristocratic
ladies
,
very
devout
,
very
affected
,
and
of
from
thirty
to
thirty
-
five
years
of
age
,
were
grouped
round
the
table
that
the
servants
had
just
brought
in
ready
served
.
The
brilliant
maréchale
de
Fervaques
came
in
apologising
for
the
lateness
of
the
hour
.
It
was
more
than
midnight
:
she
went
and
sat
down
near
the
marquise
.
Julien
was
deeply
touched
,
she
had
the
eyes
and
the
expression
of
madame
de
Rênal
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
’
s
circle
was
still
full
of
people
.
She
was
engaged
with
her
friends
in
making
fun
of
the
unfortunate
comte
de
Thaler
.
He
was
the
only
son
of
that
celebrated
Jew
who
was
famous
for
the
riches
that
he
had
won
by
lending
money
to
kings
to
make
war
on
the
peoples
.
The
Jew
had
just
died
leaving
his
son
an
income
of
one
hundred
thousand
crowns
a
month
,
and
a
name
that
was
only
too
well
known
.
This
strange
position
required
either
a
simple
character
or
force
of
will
power
.
