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Like
all
mediocre
individuals
,
who
chance
to
come
into
contact
with
the
manœuvres
of
a
great
general
,
Julien
understood
nothing
of
the
attack
executed
by
the
young
Russian
on
the
heart
of
the
young
English
girl
.
The
only
purpose
of
the
first
forty
letters
was
to
secure
forgiveness
for
the
boldness
of
writing
at
all
.
The
sweet
person
,
who
perhaps
lived
a
life
of
inordinate
boredom
,
had
to
be
induced
to
contract
the
habit
of
receiving
letters
,
which
were
perhaps
a
little
less
insipid
than
her
everyday
life
.
One
morning
a
letter
was
delivered
to
Julien
.
He
recognised
the
arms
of
madame
la
Fervaques
,
and
broke
the
seal
with
an
eagerness
which
would
have
seemed
impossible
to
him
some
days
before
.
It
was
only
an
invitation
to
dinner
.
He
rushed
to
prince
Korasoffs
instructions
.
Unfortunately
the
young
Russian
had
taken
it
into
his
head
to
be
as
flippant
as
Dorat
,
just
when
he
should
have
been
simple
and
intelligible
!
Julien
was
not
able
to
form
any
idea
of
the
moral
position
which
he
ought
to
take
up
at
the
maréchale
’
s
dinner
.
The
salon
was
extremely
magnificent
and
decorated
like
the
gallery
de
Diane
in
the
Tuileries
with
panelled
oil
-
paintings
.
There
were
some
light
spots
on
these
pictures
.
Julien
learnt
later
that
the
mistress
of
the
house
had
thought
the
subject
somewhat
lacking
in
decency
and
that
she
had
had
the
pictures
corrected
.
"
What
a
moral
century
!
"
he
thought
.
He
noticed
in
this
salon
three
of
the
persons
who
had
been
present
at
the
drawing
up
of
the
secret
note
.
One
of
them
,
my
lord
bishop
of
-
-
-
-
the
maréchale
’
s
uncle
had
the
disposition
of
the
ecclesiastical
patronage
,
and
could
,
it
was
said
,
refuse
his
niece
nothing
.
"
What
immense
progress
I
have
made
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
with
a
melancholy
smile
,
"
and
how
indifferent
I
am
to
it
.
Here
I
am
dining
with
the
famous
bishop
of
—
—
.
"
The
dinner
was
mediocre
and
the
conversation
wearisome
.
"
It
’
s
like
the
small
talk
in
a
bad
book
,
"
thought
Julien
.
"
All
the
greatest
subjects
of
human
thought
are
proudly
tackled
.
After
listening
for
three
minutes
one
asks
oneself
which
is
greater
—
the
speaker
’
s
bombast
,
or
his
abominable
ignorance
?
"
The
reader
has
doubtless
forgotten
the
little
man
of
letters
named
Tanbeau
,
who
was
the
nephew
of
the
Academician
,
and
intended
to
be
professor
,
who
seemed
entrusted
with
the
task
of
poisoning
the
salon
of
the
Hôtel
de
la
Mole
with
his
base
calumnies
.
It
was
this
little
man
who
gave
Julien
the
first
inkling
that
though
,
madame
de
Fervaques
did
not
answer
,
she
might
quite
well
take
an
indulgent
view
of
the
sentiment
which
dictated
them
.
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