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"
We
must
admit
that
Julien
’
s
expression
was
awful
,
his
countenance
ghastly
;
it
breathed
unmitigated
criminality
.
It
represented
the
unhappy
man
at
war
with
all
society
.
"
To
arms
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
.
And
he
bounded
up
the
flight
of
steps
of
the
hotel
with
one
stride
.
He
entered
the
stall
of
the
street
scrivener
;
he
frightened
him
.
"
Copy
this
,
"
he
said
,
giving
him
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
’
s
letter
.
While
the
scrivener
was
working
,
he
himself
wrote
to
Fouqué
.
He
asked
him
to
take
care
of
a
valuable
deposit
.
"
But
he
said
to
himself
,
"
breaking
in
upon
his
train
of
thought
,
"
the
secret
service
of
the
post
-
office
will
open
my
letter
,
and
will
give
you
gentlemen
the
one
you
are
looking
for
.
.
.
not
quite
,
gentlemen
.
"
He
went
and
bought
an
enormous
Bible
from
a
Protestant
bookseller
,
skillfully
hid
Mathilde
’
s
letter
in
the
cover
,
and
packed
it
all
up
.
His
parcel
left
by
the
diligence
addressed
to
one
of
Fouqué
’
s
workmen
,
whose
name
was
known
to
nobody
at
Paris
.
This
done
,
he
returned
to
the
Hôtel
de
la
Mole
,
joyous
and
buoyant
.
Now
it
’
s
our
turn
he
exclaimed
as
he
locked
himself
into
the
room
and
threw
off
his
coat
.
"
What
!
mademoiselle
,
"
he
wrote
to
Mathilde
,
"
is
it
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
who
gets
Arsène
her
father
’
s
lackey
to
hand
an
only
too
flattering
letter
to
a
poor
carpenter
from
the
Jura
,
in
order
no
doubt
to
make
fun
of
his
simplicity
?
"
And
he
copied
out
the
most
explicit
phrases
in
the
letter
which
he
had
just
received
.
His
own
letter
would
have
done
honour
to
the
diplomatic
prudence
of
M
.
the
Chevalier
de
Beauvoisis
It
was
still
only
ten
o
’
clock
when
Julien
entered
the
Italian
opera
,
intoxicated
with
happiness
and
that
feeling
of
his
own
power
which
was
so
novel
for
a
poor
devil
like
him
.
He
heard
his
friend
Geronimo
sing
.
Music
had
never
exalted
him
to
such
a
pitch
.
What
perplexity
!
What
sleepless
nights
!
Great
God
.
Am
I
going
to
make
myself
contemptible
?
He
will
despise
me
himself
.
But
he
is
leaving
,
he
is
going
away
.
Alfred
de
Musset
.
