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He
always
manages
to
say
something
witty
and
clever
just
at
the
psychological
moment
.
"
Julien
experienced
a
delightful
minute
.
He
was
wandering
at
random
in
the
garden
,
mad
with
happiness
.
Afterwards
he
went
up
to
his
desk
,
and
had
himself
ushered
in
to
the
marquis
de
la
Mole
,
who
was
fortunately
still
in
.
He
showed
him
several
stamped
papers
which
had
come
from
Normandy
,
and
had
no
difficulty
in
convincing
him
that
he
was
obliged
to
put
off
his
departure
for
Languedoc
in
order
to
look
after
the
Normandy
lawsuits
.
"
I
am
very
glad
that
you
are
not
going
,
"
said
the
marquis
to
him
,
when
they
had
finished
talking
business
.
"
I
like
seeing
you
.
"
Julien
went
out
;
the
words
irritated
him
.
"
And
I
—
I
am
going
to
seduce
his
daughter
!
and
perhaps
render
impossible
that
marriage
with
the
marquis
de
Croisenois
to
which
the
marquis
looks
forward
with
such
delight
.
If
he
does
not
get
made
a
duke
,
at
any
rate
his
daughter
will
have
a
coronet
.
"
Julien
thought
of
leaving
for
Languedoc
in
spite
of
Mathilde
’
s
letter
,
and
in
spite
of
the
explanation
he
had
just
given
to
the
marquis
.
This
flash
of
virtue
quickly
disappeared
.
"
How
kind
it
is
of
me
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
me
.
.
.
a
plebeian
,
takes
pity
on
a
family
of
this
rank
!
Yes
,
me
,
whom
the
duke
of
Chaulnes
calls
a
servant
!
How
does
the
marquis
manage
to
increase
his
immense
fortune
?
By
selling
stock
when
he
picks
up
information
at
the
castle
that
there
will
be
a
panic
of
a
coup
d
’
état
on
the
following
day
.
And
shall
I
,
who
have
been
flung
down
into
the
lowest
class
by
a
cruel
providence
—
I
,
whom
providence
has
given
a
noble
heart
but
not
an
income
of
a
thousand
francs
,
that
is
to
say
,
not
enough
to
buy
bread
with
,
literally
not
enough
to
buy
bread
with
—
shall
I
refuse
a
pleasure
that
presents
itself
?
A
limpid
fountain
which
will
quench
my
thirst
in
this
scorching
desert
of
mediocrity
which
I
am
traversing
with
such
difficulty
!
Upon
my
word
,
I
am
not
such
a
fool
!
Each
man
for
himself
in
that
desert
of
egoism
which
is
called
life
.
"
And
he
remembered
certain
disdainful
looks
which
madame
de
la
Mole
,
and
especially
her
lady
friends
,
had
favoured
him
with
.
The
pleasure
of
scoring
over
the
marquis
de
Croisenois
completed
the
rout
of
this
echo
of
virtue
.
"
How
I
should
like
to
make
him
angry
,
"
said
Julien
.
"
With
what
confidence
would
I
give
him
a
sword
thrust
now
!
"
And
he
went
through
the
segoon
thrust
.
"
Up
till
now
I
have
been
a
mere
usher
,
who
exploited
basely
the
little
courage
he
had
.
After
this
letter
I
am
his
equal
.
