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Mathilde
was
not
left
alone
for
an
instant
that
day
,
whether
by
chance
or
the
deliberate
policy
of
madame
de
la
Mole
.
In
the
evening
when
she
passed
from
the
dining
-
room
into
the
salon
,
however
,
she
managed
to
say
to
Julien
:
"
You
may
be
thinking
I
am
making
an
excuse
,
but
mamma
has
just
decided
that
one
of
her
women
is
to
spend
the
night
in
my
room
.
"
This
day
passed
with
lightning
rapidity
.
Julien
was
at
the
zenith
of
happiness
.
At
seven
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
of
the
following
day
he
installed
himself
in
the
library
.
He
hoped
the
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
would
deign
to
appear
there
;
he
had
written
her
an
interminable
letter
.
He
only
saw
her
several
hours
afterwards
at
breakfast
.
Her
hair
was
done
to
-
day
with
the
very
greatest
care
;
a
marvellous
art
had
managed
to
hide
the
place
where
the
hair
had
been
cut
.
She
looked
at
Julien
once
or
twice
,
but
her
eyes
were
polite
and
calm
,
and
there
was
no
question
of
calling
him
"
My
Master
.
"
Julien
’
s
astonishment
prevented
him
from
breathing
—
Mathilde
was
reproaching
herself
for
all
she
had
done
for
him
.
After
mature
reflection
,
she
had
come
to
the
conclusion
that
he
was
a
person
who
,
though
not
absolutely
commonplace
,
was
yet
not
sufficiently
different
from
the
common
ruck
to
deserve
all
the
strange
follies
that
she
had
ventured
for
his
sake
.
To
sum
up
she
did
not
give
love
a
single
thought
;
on
this
particular
day
she
was
tired
of
loving
.
As
for
Julien
,
his
emotions
were
those
of
a
child
of
sixteen
.
He
was
a
successive
prey
to
awful
doubt
,
astonishment
and
despair
during
this
breakfast
which
he
thought
would
never
end
.
As
soon
as
he
could
decently
get
up
from
the
table
,
he
flew
rather
than
ran
to
the
stable
,
saddled
his
horse
himself
,
and
galloped
off
"
I
must
kill
my
heart
through
sheer
force
of
physical
fatigue
,
"
he
said
to
himself
as
he
galloped
through
the
Meudon
woods
.
"
What
have
I
done
,
what
have
I
said
to
deserve
a
disgrace
like
this
?
"
"
I
must
do
nothing
and
say
nothing
to
-
day
,
"
he
thought
as
he
re
-
entered
the
hôtel
.
"
I
must
be
as
dead
physically
as
I
am
morally
.
"
Julien
saw
nothing
any
more
,
it
was
only
his
corpse
which
kept
moving
.
His
heart
does
not
first
realise
the
full
extremity
of
his
unhappiness
:
he
is
more
troubled
than
moved
.
But
as
reason
returns
he
feels
the
depth
of
his
misfortune
.
All
the
pleasures
of
life
seem
to
have
been
destroyed
,
he
can
only
feel
the
sharp
barbs
of
a
lacerating
despair
.
But
what
is
the
use
of
talking
of
physical
pain
?
What
pain
which
is
only
felt
by
the
body
can
be
compared
to
this
pain
?
—
Jean
Paul
.
The
dinner
bell
rang
,
Julien
had
barely
time
to
dress
:
he
found
Mathilde
in
the
salon
.
She
was
pressing
her
brother
and
M
.
de
Croisenois
to
promise
her
that
they
would
not
go
and
spend
the
evening
at
Suresnes
with
madame
the
maréchale
de
Fervaques
.
