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She
,
on
her
side
,
was
very
unjust
towards
the
handsome
cavaliers
who
fill
the
Bois
de
Boulogne
.
She
envisaged
the
future
not
with
terror
,
that
would
have
been
a
vivid
emotion
,
but
with
a
disgust
which
was
very
rare
at
her
age
.
What
could
she
desire
?
Fortune
,
good
birth
,
wit
,
beauty
,
according
to
what
the
world
said
,
and
according
to
what
she
believed
,
all
these
things
had
been
lavished
upon
her
by
the
hands
of
chance
.
So
this
was
the
state
of
mind
of
the
most
envied
heiress
of
the
faubourg
Saint
-
Germain
when
she
began
to
find
pleasure
in
walking
with
Julien
.
She
was
astonished
at
his
pride
;
she
admired
the
ability
of
the
little
bourgeois
.
"
He
will
manage
to
get
made
a
bishop
like
the
abbé
Mouray
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
Soon
the
sincere
and
unaffected
opposition
with
which
our
hero
received
several
of
her
ideas
filled
her
mind
;
she
continued
to
think
about
it
,
she
told
her
friend
the
slightest
details
of
the
conversation
,
but
thought
that
she
would
never
succeed
in
fully
rendering
all
their
meaning
.
An
idea
suddenly
flashed
across
her
;
"
I
have
the
happiness
of
loving
,
"
she
said
to
herself
one
day
with
an
incredible
ecstasy
of
joy
.
"
I
am
in
love
,
I
am
in
love
,
it
is
clear
!
Where
can
a
young
,
witty
and
beautiful
girl
of
my
own
age
find
sensations
if
not
in
love
?
It
is
no
good
.
I
shall
never
feel
any
love
for
Croisenois
,
Caylus
,
and
tutti
quanti
.
They
are
unimpeachable
,
perhaps
too
unimpeachable
;
any
way
they
bore
me
.
"
She
rehearsed
in
her
mind
all
the
descriptions
of
passion
which
she
had
read
in
Manon
Lescaut
,
the
Nouvelle
Héloise
,
the
Letters
of
a
Portuguese
Nun
,
etc
.
,
etc
.
It
was
only
a
question
of
course
of
the
grand
passion
;
light
love
was
unworthy
of
a
girl
of
her
age
and
birth
.
She
vouchsafed
the
name
of
love
to
that
heroic
sentiment
which
was
met
with
in
France
in
the
time
of
Henri
III
.
and
Bassompierre
.
That
love
did
not
basely
yield
to
obstacles
,
but
,
far
from
it
,
inspired
great
deeds
.
"
How
unfortunate
for
me
that
there
is
not
a
real
court
like
that
of
Catherine
de
’
Medici
or
of
Louis
XIII
.
I
feel
equal
to
the
boldest
and
greatest
actions
.
What
would
I
not
make
of
a
king
who
was
a
man
of
spirit
like
Louis
XIII
.
if
he
were
sighing
at
my
feet
!
I
would
take
him
to
the
Vendée
,
as
the
Baron
de
Tolly
is
so
fond
of
saying
,
and
from
that
base
he
would
re
-
conquer
his
kingdom
;
then
no
more
about
a
charter
—
and
Julien
would
help
me
.
What
does
he
lack
?
name
and
fortune
.
He
will
make
a
name
,
he
will
win
a
fortune
.
"
Croisenois
lacks
nothing
,
and
he
will
never
be
anything
else
all
his
life
but
a
duke
who
is
half
’
ultra
’
and
half
Liberal
,
an
undecided
being
who
never
goes
to
extremes
and
consequently
always
plays
second
fiddle
.
"
What
great
action
is
not
an
extreme
at
the
moment
when
it
is
undertaken
?
It
is
only
after
accomplishment
that
it
seems
possible
to
commonplace
individuals
.
Yes
,
it
is
love
with
all
its
miracles
which
is
going
to
reign
over
my
heart
;
I
feel
as
much
from
the
fire
which
is
thrilling
me
.
Heaven
owed
me
this
boon
.
It
will
not
then
have
lavished
in
vain
all
its
bounties
on
one
single
person
.
My
happiness
will
be
worthy
of
me
.
Each
day
will
no
longer
be
the
cold
replica
of
the
day
before
.
There
is
grandeur
and
audacity
in
the
very
fact
of
daring
to
love
a
man
,
placed
so
far
beneath
me
by
his
social
position
.
Let
us
see
what
happens
,
will
he
continue
to
deserve
me
?
I
will
abandon
him
at
the
first
sign
of
weakness
which
I
detect
.
A
girl
of
my
birth
and
of
that
mediæval
temperament
which
they
are
good
enough
to
ascribe
to
me
(
she
was
quoting
from
her
father
)
must
not
behave
like
a
fool
"
But
should
I
not
be
behaving
like
a
fool
if
I
were
to
love
the
marquis
de
Croisenois
?
I
should
simply
have
a
new
edition
over
again
of
that
happiness
enjoyed
by
my
girl
cousins
which
I
so
utterly
despise
.
I
already
know
everything
the
poor
marquis
would
say
to
me
and
every
answer
I
should
make
.
What
’
s
the
good
of
a
love
which
makes
one
yawn
?
One
might
as
well
be
in
a
nunnery
.
I
shall
have
a
celebration
of
the
signing
of
a
contract
just
like
my
younger
cousin
when
the
grandparents
all
break
down
,
provided
of
course
that
they
are
not
annoyed
by
some
condition
introduced
into
the
contract
at
the
eleventh
hour
by
the
notary
on
the
other
side
.
"
