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One
sees
that
Julien
had
no
experience
of
life
;
he
had
not
even
read
any
novels
.
If
he
had
been
a
little
less
awkward
and
he
had
coolly
said
to
the
young
girl
,
whom
he
adored
so
much
and
who
had
been
giving
him
such
strange
confidences
:
"
admit
that
though
I
am
not
worth
as
much
as
all
these
gentlemen
,
I
am
none
the
less
the
man
whom
you
loved
,
"
she
would
perhaps
have
been
happy
at
being
at
thus
guessed
;
at
any
rate
success
would
have
entirely
depended
on
the
grace
with
which
Julien
had
expressed
the
idea
,
and
on
the
moment
which
he
had
chosen
to
do
so
.
In
any
case
he
would
have
extricated
himself
well
and
advantageously
from
a
situation
which
Mathilde
was
beginning
to
find
monotonous
.
"
And
you
love
me
no
longer
,
me
,
who
adores
you
!
"
said
Julien
to
her
one
day
,
overcome
by
love
and
unhappiness
.
This
piece
of
folly
was
perhaps
the
greatest
which
he
could
have
committed
.
These
words
immediately
destroyed
all
the
pleasure
which
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
found
in
talking
to
him
about
the
state
of
her
heart
.
She
was
beginning
to
be
surprised
that
he
did
not
,
after
what
had
happened
,
take
offence
at
what
she
told
him
.
She
had
even
gone
so
far
as
to
imagine
at
the
very
moment
when
he
made
that
foolish
remark
that
perhaps
he
did
not
love
her
any
more
.
"
His
pride
has
doubtless
extinguished
his
love
,
"
she
was
saying
to
herself
.
"
He
is
not
the
man
to
sit
still
and
see
people
like
Caylus
,
de
Luz
,
Croisenois
whom
he
admits
are
so
superior
,
preferred
to
him
.
No
,
I
shall
never
see
him
at
my
feet
again
.
"
Julien
had
often
in
the
naivety
of
his
unhappiness
,
during
the
previous
days
praised
sincerely
the
brilliant
qualities
of
these
gentlemen
;
he
would
even
go
so
far
as
to
exaggerate
them
.
This
nuance
had
not
escaped
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
,
she
was
astonished
by
it
,
but
did
not
guess
its
reason
.
Julien
’
s
frenzied
soul
,
in
praising
a
rival
whom
he
thought
was
loved
,
was
sympathising
with
his
happiness
.
These
frank
but
stupid
words
changed
everything
in
a
single
moment
;
confident
that
she
was
loved
,
Mathilde
despised
him
utterly
.
She
was
walking
with
him
when
he
made
his
ill
-
timed
remark
;
she
left
him
,
and
her
parting
look
expressed
the
most
awful
contempt
.
She
returned
to
the
salon
and
did
not
look
at
him
again
during
the
whole
evening
.
This
contempt
monopolised
her
mind
the
following
day
.
The
impulse
which
during
the
last
week
had
made
her
find
so
much
pleasure
in
treating
Julien
as
her
most
intimate
friend
was
out
of
the
question
;
the
very
sight
of
him
was
disagreeable
.
The
sensation
Mathilde
felt
reached
the
point
of
disgust
;
nothing
can
express
the
extreme
contempt
which
she
experienced
when
her
eyes
fell
upon
him
.
Julien
had
understood
nothing
of
the
history
of
Mathilde
’
s
heart
during
the
last
week
,
but
he
distinguished
the
contempt
.
He
had
the
good
sense
only
to
appear
before
her
on
the
rarest
possible
occasions
,
and
never
looked
at
her
.
But
it
was
not
without
a
mortal
anguish
that
he
,
as
it
were
,
deprived
himself
of
her
presence
.
He
thought
he
felt
his
unhappiness
increasing
still
further
.
"
The
courage
of
a
man
’
s
heart
cannot
be
carried
further
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
He
passed
his
life
seated
at
a
little
window
at
the
top
of
the
hôtel
;
the
blind
was
carefully
closed
,
and
from
here
at
any
rate
he
could
see
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
when
she
appeared
in
the
garden
.
What
were
his
emotions
when
he
saw
her
walking
after
dinner
with
M
.
de
Caylus
,
M
.
de
Luz
,
or
some
other
for
whom
she
had
confessed
to
him
some
former
amorous
weakness
!
