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She
had
decided
that
if
he
should
dare
to
come
to
her
room
by
the
help
of
the
gardener
’
s
ladder
according
to
his
instructions
,
she
would
be
entirely
his
.
But
never
were
such
tender
passages
spoken
in
a
more
polite
and
frigid
tone
.
Up
to
the
present
this
assignation
had
been
icy
.
It
was
enough
to
make
one
hate
the
name
of
love
.
What
a
lesson
in
morality
for
a
young
and
imprudent
girl
!
Is
it
worth
while
to
ruin
one
’
s
future
for
moments
such
as
this
?
After
long
fits
of
hesitation
which
a
superficial
observer
might
have
mistaken
for
the
result
of
the
most
emphatic
hate
(
so
great
is
the
difficulty
which
a
woman
’
s
self
-
respect
finds
in
yielding
even
to
so
firm
a
will
as
hers
)
Mathilde
became
eventually
a
charming
mistress
.
In
point
of
fact
,
these
ecstasies
were
a
little
artificial
.
Passionate
love
was
still
more
the
model
which
they
imitated
than
a
real
actuality
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
thought
she
was
fulfilling
a
duty
towards
herself
and
towards
her
lover
.
"
The
poor
boy
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
has
shewn
a
consummate
bravery
.
He
deserves
to
be
happy
or
it
is
really
I
who
will
be
shewing
a
lack
of
character
.
"
But
she
would
have
been
glad
to
have
redeemed
the
cruel
necessity
in
which
she
found
herself
even
at
the
price
of
an
eternity
of
unhappiness
.
In
spite
of
the
awful
violence
she
was
doing
to
herself
she
was
completely
mistress
of
her
words
.
No
regret
and
no
reproach
spoiled
that
night
which
Julien
found
extraordinary
rather
than
happy
.
Great
heavens
!
what
a
difference
to
his
last
twenty
-
four
hours
’
stay
in
Verrières
.
These
fine
Paris
manners
manage
to
spoil
everything
,
even
love
,
he
said
to
himself
,
quite
unjustly
.
He
abandoned
himself
to
these
reflections
as
he
stood
upright
in
one
of
the
great
mahogany
cupboards
into
which
he
had
been
put
at
the
sign
of
the
first
sounds
of
movement
in
the
neighbouring
apartment
,
which
was
madame
de
la
Mole
’
s
.
Mathilde
followed
her
mother
to
mass
,
the
servants
soon
left
the
apartment
and
Julien
easily
escaped
before
they
came
back
to
finish
their
work
.
He
mounted
a
horse
and
tried
to
find
the
most
solitary
spots
in
one
of
the
forests
near
Paris
.
He
was
more
astonished
than
happy
The
happiness
which
filled
his
soul
from
time
to
time
resembled
that
of
a
young
sub
-
lieutenant
who
as
the
result
of
some
surprising
feat
has
just
been
made
a
full
-
fledged
colonel
by
the
commander
-
in
-
chief
;
he
felt
himself
lifted
up
to
an
immense
height
.
Everything
which
was
above
him
the
day
before
was
now
on
a
level
with
him
or
even
below
him
.
Little
by
little
Julien
’
s
happiness
increased
in
proportion
as
he
got
further
away
from
Paris
.
If
there
was
no
tenderness
in
his
soul
,
the
reason
was
that
,
however
strange
it
may
appear
to
say
so
,
Mathilde
had
in
everything
she
had
done
,
simply
accomplished
a
duty
.
The
only
thing
she
had
not
foreseen
in
all
the
events
of
that
night
,
was
the
shame
and
unhappiness
which
she
had
experienced
instead
of
that
absolute
felicity
which
is
found
in
novels
.
