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"
Yes
,
"
he
slowly
said
to
himself
,
with
an
infinite
pleasure
,
"
the
merits
of
the
marquis
and
myself
have
been
weighed
in
the
balance
,
and
it
is
the
poor
carpenter
from
the
Jura
who
turns
the
scale
.
"
Good
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
this
is
how
I
shall
sign
my
answer
.
Don
’
t
imagine
,
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
,
that
I
am
forgetting
my
place
.
I
will
make
you
realise
and
fully
appreciate
that
it
is
for
a
carpenter
’
s
son
that
you
are
betraying
a
descendant
of
the
famous
Guy
de
Croisenois
who
followed
St
.
Louis
to
the
Crusade
.
"
Julien
was
unable
to
control
his
joy
.
He
was
obliged
to
go
down
into
the
garden
.
He
had
locked
himself
in
his
room
,
but
he
found
it
too
narrow
to
breathe
in
.
"
To
think
of
it
being
me
,
the
poor
peasant
from
the
Jura
,
"
he
kept
on
repeating
to
himself
,
"
to
think
of
it
being
me
who
am
eternally
condemned
to
wear
this
gloomy
black
suit
!
Alas
twenty
years
ago
I
would
have
worn
a
uniform
like
they
do
!
In
those
days
a
man
like
me
either
got
killed
or
became
a
general
at
thirty
-
six
.
The
letter
which
he
held
clenched
in
his
hand
gave
him
a
heroic
pose
and
stature
.
Nowadays
,
it
is
true
,
if
one
sticks
to
this
black
suit
,
one
gets
at
forty
an
income
of
a
hundred
thousand
francs
and
the
blue
ribbon
like
my
lord
bishop
of
Beauvais
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
to
himself
with
a
Mephistophelian
smile
,
"
I
have
more
brains
than
they
.
I
am
shrewd
enough
to
choose
the
uniform
of
my
century
.
And
he
felt
a
quickening
of
his
ambition
and
of
his
attachment
to
his
ecclesiastical
dress
.
What
cardinals
of
even
lower
birth
than
mine
have
not
succeeded
in
governing
!
My
compatriot
Granvelle
,
for
instance
.
"
Julien
’
s
agitation
became
gradually
calmed
!
Prudence
emerged
to
the
top
.
He
said
to
himself
like
his
master
Tartuffe
whose
part
he
knew
by
heart
:
Je
puis
croire
ces
mots
,
un
artifice
honnête
.
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*
*
*
*
*
Je
ne
me
firai
point
à
des
propos
si
doux
,
