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A
new
person
entered
without
being
announced
.
"
This
is
strange
,
"
thought
Julien
.
"
People
are
not
announced
in
this
salon
.
Is
this
precaution
taken
in
my
honour
?
"
Everybody
got
up
to
welcome
the
new
arrival
.
He
wore
the
same
extremely
distinguished
decoration
as
three
of
the
other
persons
who
were
in
the
salon
.
They
talked
fairly
low
.
In
endeavouring
to
form
an
opinion
of
the
new
comer
,
Julien
was
reduced
to
seeing
what
he
could
learn
from
his
features
and
his
appearance
.
He
was
short
and
thick
-
set
.
He
had
a
high
colour
and
a
brilliant
eye
and
an
expression
that
looked
like
a
malignant
boar
,
and
nothing
else
.
Julien
’
s
attention
was
partly
distracted
by
the
almost
immediate
arrival
of
a
very
different
kind
of
person
.
It
was
a
tall
very
thin
man
who
wore
three
or
four
waistcoats
.
His
eye
was
caressing
,
his
demeanour
polite
.
"
He
looks
exactly
like
the
old
bishop
of
Besançon
,
"
thought
Julien
.
This
man
evidently
belonged
to
the
church
,
was
apparently
not
more
than
fifty
to
fifty
-
five
years
of
age
,
and
no
one
could
have
looked
more
paternal
than
he
did
.
The
young
bishop
of
Agde
appeared
.
He
looked
very
astonished
when
,
in
making
a
scrutiny
of
those
present
,
his
gaze
fell
upon
Julien
.
He
had
not
spoken
to
him
since
the
ceremony
of
Bray
-
le
-
Haut
.
His
look
of
surprise
embarrassed
and
irritated
Julien
.
"
What
!
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
will
knowing
a
man
always
turn
out
unfortunate
for
me
?
I
don
’
t
feel
the
least
bit
intimidated
by
all
those
great
lords
whom
I
have
never
seen
,
but
the
look
of
that
young
bishop
freezes
me
.
I
must
admit
that
I
am
a
very
strange
and
very
unhappy
person
.
"
An
extremely
swarthy
little
man
entered
noisily
soon
afterwards
and
started
talking
as
soon
as
he
reached
the
door
.
He
had
a
yellow
complexion
and
looked
a
little
mad
.
As
soon
as
this
ruthless
talker
arrived
,
the
others
formed
themselves
into
knots
with
the
apparent
object
of
avoiding
the
bother
of
listening
to
him
.
As
they
went
away
from
the
mantelpiece
they
came
near
the
lower
end
of
the
table
where
Julien
was
placed
His
countenance
became
more
and
more
embarrassed
,
for
whatever
efforts
he
made
,
he
could
not
avoid
hearing
,
and
in
spite
of
all
his
lack
of
experience
he
appreciated
all
the
moment
of
the
things
which
they
were
discussing
with
such
complete
frankness
,
and
the
importance
which
the
high
personages
whom
he
apparently
had
under
his
observation
must
attach
to
their
being
kept
secret
.
Julien
had
already
cut
twenty
quills
as
slowly
as
possible
;
this
distraction
would
shortly
be
no
longer
available
.
He
looked
in
vain
at
M
.
de
la
Mole
’
s
eyes
for
an
order
;
the
marquis
had
forgotten
him
.
"
What
I
am
doing
is
ridiculous
,
"
he
said
to
himself
as
he
cut
his
quills
,
"
but
persons
with
so
mediocre
an
appearance
and
who
are
handling
such
great
interests
either
for
themselves
or
for
others
must
be
extremely
liable
to
take
offence
.
My
unfortunate
look
has
a
certain
questioning
and
scarcely
respectful
expression
,
which
will
doubtless
irritate
them
.
But
if
I
palpably
lower
my
eyes
I
shall
look
as
if
I
were
picking
up
every
word
they
said
.
"
His
embarrassment
was
extreme
,
he
was
listening
to
strange
things
.
