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A
feverish
attack
of
one
of
her
sons
would
affect
her
almost
as
deeply
as
if
the
child
had
died
,
though
she
would
not
deign
to
confide
in
anyone
.
A
burst
of
coarse
laughter
,
a
shrug
of
the
shoulders
,
accompanied
by
some
platitude
on
the
folly
of
women
,
had
been
the
only
welcome
her
husband
had
vouchsafed
to
those
confidences
about
her
troubles
,
which
the
need
of
unburdening
herself
had
induced
her
to
make
during
the
first
years
of
their
marriage
.
Jokes
of
this
kind
,
and
above
all
,
when
they
were
directed
at
her
children
’
s
ailments
,
were
exquisite
torture
to
Madame
de
Rênal
.
And
these
jokes
were
all
she
found
to
take
the
place
of
those
exaggerated
sugary
flatteries
with
which
she
had
been
regaled
at
the
Jesuit
Convent
where
she
had
passed
her
youth
.
Her
education
had
been
given
her
by
suffering
.
Too
proud
even
to
talk
to
her
friend
,
Madame
Derville
,
about
troubles
of
this
kind
,
she
imagined
that
all
men
were
like
her
husband
,
M
.
Valenod
,
and
the
sub
-
prefect
,
M
.
Charcot
de
Maugiron
.
Coarseness
,
and
the
most
brutal
callousness
to
everything
except
financial
gain
,
precedence
,
or
orders
,
together
with
blind
hate
of
every
argument
to
which
they
objected
,
seemed
to
her
as
natural
to
the
male
sex
as
wearing
boots
and
felt
hats
.
After
many
years
,
Madame
de
Rênal
had
still
failed
to
acclimatize
herself
to
those
monied
people
in
whose
society
she
had
to
live
.
Hence
the
success
of
the
little
peasant
Julien
.
She
found
in
the
sympathy
of
this
proud
and
noble
soul
a
sweet
enjoyment
which
had
all
the
glamour
and
fascination
of
novelty
.
Madame
de
Rênal
soon
forgave
him
that
extreme
ignorance
,
which
constituted
but
an
additional
charm
,
and
the
roughness
of
his
manner
which
she
succeeded
in
correcting
.
She
thought
that
he
was
worth
listening
to
,
even
when
the
conversation
turned
on
the
most
ordinary
events
,
even
in
fact
when
it
was
only
a
question
of
a
poor
dog
which
had
been
crushed
as
he
crossed
the
street
by
a
peasant
’
s
cart
going
at
a
trot
.
The
sight
of
the
dog
’
s
pain
made
her
husband
indulge
in
his
coarse
laugh
,
while
she
noticed
Julien
frown
,
with
his
fine
black
eyebrows
which
were
so
beautifully
arched
.
Little
by
little
,
it
seemed
to
her
that
generosity
,
nobility
of
soul
and
humanity
were
to
be
found
in
nobody
else
except
this
young
abbé
.
She
felt
for
him
all
the
sympathy
and
even
all
the
admiration
which
those
virtues
excite
in
well
-
born
souls
.
If
the
scene
had
been
Paris
,
Julien
’
s
position
towards
Madame
de
Rênal
would
have
been
soon
simplified
.
But
at
Paris
,
love
is
a
creature
of
novels
.
The
young
tutor
and
his
timid
mistress
would
soon
have
found
the
elucidation
of
their
position
in
three
or
four
novels
,
and
even
in
the
couplets
of
the
Gymnase
Theatre
.
The
novels
which
have
traced
out
for
them
the
part
they
would
play
,
and
showed
them
the
model
which
they
were
to
imitate
,
and
Julien
would
sooner
or
later
have
been
forced
by
his
vanity
to
follow
that
model
,
even
though
it
had
given
him
no
pleasure
and
had
perhaps
actually
gone
against
the
grain
.
If
the
scene
had
been
laid
in
a
small
town
in
Aveyron
or
the
Pyrenees
,
the
slightest
episode
would
have
been
rendered
crucial
by
the
fiery
condition
of
the
atmosphere
.
But
under
our
more
gloomy
skies
,
a
poor
young
man
who
is
only
ambitious
because
his
natural
refinement
makes
him
feel
the
necessity
of
some
of
those
joys
which
only
money
can
give
,
can
see
every
day
a
woman
of
thirty
who
is
sincerely
virtuous
,
is
absorbed
in
her
children
,
and
never
goes
to
novels
for
her
examples
of
conduct
.
Everything
goes
slowly
,
everything
happens
gradually
,
in
the
provinces
where
there
is
far
more
naturalness
.
Madame
de
Rênal
was
often
overcome
to
the
point
of
tears
when
she
thought
of
the
young
tutor
’
s
poverty
.
Julien
surprised
her
one
day
actually
crying
.
"
Oh
Madame
!
has
any
misfortune
happened
to
you
?
"
