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This
sharp
and
indiscreet
question
wounded
Julien
deeply
,
and
rendered
him
madder
than
ever
.
"
Was
Danton
right
in
stealing
?
"
he
said
to
her
brusquely
in
a
manner
that
grew
more
and
more
surly
.
"
Ought
the
revolutionaries
of
Piedmont
and
of
Spain
to
have
injured
the
people
by
crimes
?
To
have
given
all
the
places
in
the
army
and
all
the
orders
to
undeserving
persons
?
Would
not
the
persons
who
wore
these
orders
have
feared
the
return
of
the
king
?
Ought
they
to
have
allowed
the
treasure
of
Turin
to
be
looted
?
In
a
word
,
mademoiselle
,
"
he
said
,
coming
near
her
with
a
terrifying
expression
,
"
ought
the
man
who
wishes
to
chase
ignorance
and
crime
from
the
world
to
pass
like
the
whirlwind
and
do
evil
indiscriminately
?
"
Mathilde
felt
frightened
,
was
unable
to
stand
his
look
,
and
retreated
a
couples
of
paces
.
She
looked
at
him
a
moment
,
and
then
ashamed
of
her
own
fear
,
left
the
library
with
a
light
step
.
Julien
reread
his
letters
.
"
How
ridiculous
I
must
have
appeared
in
the
eyes
of
that
Parisian
doll
,
"
he
said
to
himself
when
the
dinner
-
bell
rang
.
"
How
foolish
to
have
really
told
her
what
I
was
thinking
!
Perhaps
it
was
not
so
foolish
.
Telling
the
truth
on
that
occasion
was
worthy
of
me
.
Why
did
she
come
to
question
me
on
personal
matters
?
That
question
was
indiscreet
on
her
part
.
She
broke
the
convention
.
My
thoughts
about
Danton
are
not
part
of
the
sacrifice
which
her
father
pays
me
to
make
.
"
When
he
came
into
the
dining
-
room
Julien
’
s
thoughts
were
distracted
from
his
bad
temper
by
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
’
s
mourning
which
was
all
the
more
striking
because
none
of
the
other
members
of
the
family
were
in
black
.
After
dinner
he
felt
completely
rid
of
the
feeling
which
had
obsessed
him
all
day
.
Fortunately
the
academician
who
knew
Latin
was
at
dinner
.
"
That
’
s
the
man
who
will
make
the
least
fun
of
me
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
,
"
if
,
as
I
surmise
,
my
question
about
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
’
s
mourning
is
in
bad
taste
.
"
Mathilde
was
looking
at
him
with
a
singular
expression
.
"
So
this
is
the
coquetry
of
the
women
of
this
part
of
the
country
,
just
as
madame
de
Rênal
described
it
to
me
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
.
"
I
was
not
nice
to
her
this
morning
.
I
did
not
humour
her
caprice
of
talking
to
me
.
I
got
up
in
value
in
her
eyes
.
The
Devil
doubtless
is
no
loser
by
it
.
"
Later
on
her
haughty
disdain
will
manage
to
revenge
herself
.
I
defy
her
to
do
her
worst
.
What
a
contrast
with
what
I
have
lost
!
What
charming
naturalness
?
What
naivety
!
I
used
to
know
her
thoughts
before
she
did
herself
.
I
used
to
see
them
come
into
existence
.
The
only
rival
she
had
in
her
heart
was
the
fear
of
her
childrens
’
death
.
It
was
a
reasonable
,
natural
feeling
to
me
,
and
even
though
I
suffered
from
it
I
found
it
charming
.
I
have
been
a
fool
.
The
ideas
I
had
in
my
head
about
Paris
prevented
me
from
appreciating
that
sublime
woman
.
"
Great
God
what
a
contrast
and
what
do
I
find
here
?
Arid
,
haughty
vanity
:
all
the
fine
shades
of
wounded
egotism
and
nothing
more
.
"
