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"
When
you
like
me
,
"
Julien
kept
on
repeating
to
himself
,
"
that
means
nothing
or
means
everything
.
Here
we
have
mysteries
of
language
which
are
beyond
us
poor
provincials
.
"
And
he
thought
a
great
deal
about
madame
de
Rênal
,
as
he
copied
out
an
immense
letter
destined
for
the
maréchale
.
"
How
is
it
,
"
she
said
to
him
the
following
day
,
with
an
assumed
indifference
which
he
thought
was
clumsily
assumed
,
"
that
you
talk
to
me
about
London
and
Richmond
in
a
letter
which
you
wrote
last
night
,
I
think
,
when
you
came
back
from
the
opera
?
"
Julien
was
very
embarrassed
.
He
had
copied
line
by
line
without
thinking
about
what
he
was
writing
,
and
had
apparently
forgotten
to
substitute
Paris
and
Saint
Cloud
for
the
words
London
and
Richmond
which
occurred
in
the
original
.
He
commenced
two
or
three
sentences
,
but
found
it
impossible
to
finish
them
.
He
felt
on
the
point
of
succumbing
to
a
fit
of
idiotic
laughter
.
Finally
by
picking
his
words
he
succeeded
in
formulating
this
inspiration
:
"
Exalted
as
I
was
by
the
discussion
of
the
most
sublime
and
greatest
interests
of
the
human
soul
,
my
own
soul
may
have
been
somewhat
absent
in
my
letter
to
you
.
"
"
I
am
making
an
impression
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
so
I
can
spare
myself
the
boredom
of
the
rest
of
the
evening
.
"
He
left
the
Hôtel
de
Fervaques
at
a
run
.
In
the
evening
he
had
another
look
at
the
original
of
the
letter
which
he
had
copied
out
on
the
previous
night
,
and
soon
came
to
the
fatal
place
where
the
young
Russian
made
mention
of
London
and
of
Richmond
.
Julien
was
very
astonished
to
find
this
letter
almost
tender
.
It
had
been
the
contrast
between
the
apparent
lightness
of
his
conversation
,
and
the
sublime
and
almost
apocalyptic
profundity
of
his
letters
which
had
marked
him
out
for
favour
.
The
maréchale
was
particularly
pleased
by
the
longness
of
the
sentences
;
this
was
very
far
from
being
that
sprightly
style
which
that
immoral
man
Voltaire
had
brought
into
fashion
.
Although
our
hero
made
every
possible
human
effort
to
eliminate
from
his
conversation
any
symptom
of
good
sense
,
it
still
preserved
a
certain
anti
-
monarchical
and
blasphemous
tinge
which
did
not
escape
madame
de
Fervaques
.
Surrounded
as
she
was
by
persons
who
,
though
eminently
moral
,
had
very
often
not
a
single
idea
during
a
whole
evening
,
this
lady
was
profoundly
struck
by
anything
resembling
a
novelty
,
but
at
the
same
time
she
thought
she
owed
it
to
herself
to
be
offended
by
it
.
She
called
this
defect
:
Keeping
the
imprint
of
the
lightness
of
the
age
.
But
such
salons
are
only
worth
observing
when
one
has
a
favour
to
procure
.
The
reader
doubtless
shares
all
the
ennui
of
the
colourless
life
which
Julien
was
leading
.
This
period
represents
the
steppes
of
our
journey
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
needed
to
exercise
her
self
-
control
to
avoid
thinking
of
Julien
during
the
whole
period
filled
by
the
de
Fervaques
episode
.
Her
soul
was
a
prey
to
violent
battles
;
sometimes
she
piqued
herself
on
despising
that
melancholy
young
man
,
but
his
conversation
captivated
her
in
spite
of
herself
.
She
was
particularly
astonished
by
his
absolute
falseness
.
He
did
not
say
a
single
word
to
the
maréchale
which
was
not
a
lie
,
or
at
any
rate
,
an
abominable
travesty
of
his
own
way
of
thinking
,
which
Mathilde
knew
so
perfectly
in
every
phase
.
This
Machiavellianism
impressed
her
.
"
What
subtlety
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
"
What
a
difference
between
the
bombastic
coxcombs
,
or
the
common
rascals
like
Tanbeau
who
talk
in
the
same
strain
.
"
Nevertheless
Julien
went
through
awful
days
.
It
was
only
to
accomplish
the
most
painful
of
duties
that
he
put
in
a
daily
appearance
in
the
maréchale
’
s
salon
.
The
strain
of
playing
a
part
ended
by
depriving
his
mind
of
all
its
strength
.
As
he
crossed
each
night
the
immense
courtyard
of
the
Hôtel
de
Fervaques
,
it
was
only
through
sheer
force
in
character
and
logic
that
he
succeeded
in
keeping
a
little
above
the
level
of
despair
.
