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In
the
evening
he
felt
that
it
was
absolutely
necessary
to
put
in
an
appearance
at
the
Bouffes
in
madame
de
Fervaques
’
box
.
She
had
expressly
invited
him
.
Mathilde
would
be
bound
to
know
of
his
presence
or
his
discourteous
absence
.
In
spite
of
the
clearness
of
this
logic
,
he
could
not
at
the
beginning
of
the
evening
bring
himself
to
plunge
into
society
.
By
speaking
he
would
lose
half
his
happiness
.
Ten
o
’
clock
struck
and
it
was
absolutely
necessary
to
show
himself
.
Luckily
he
found
the
maréchale
’
s
box
packed
with
women
,
and
was
relegated
to
a
place
near
the
door
where
he
was
completely
hidden
by
the
hats
This
position
saved
him
from
looking
ridiculous
;
Caroline
’
s
divine
notes
of
despair
in
the
Matrimonio
Segreto
made
him
burst
into
tears
.
Madame
de
Fervaques
saw
these
tears
.
They
represented
so
great
a
contrast
with
the
masculine
firmness
of
his
usual
expression
that
the
soul
of
the
old
-
fashioned
lady
,
saturated
as
it
had
been
for
many
years
with
all
the
corroding
acid
of
parvenu
haughtiness
,
was
none
the
less
touched
.
Such
remnants
of
a
woman
’
s
heart
as
she
still
possessed
impelled
her
to
speak
:
she
wanted
to
enjoy
the
sound
of
his
voice
at
this
moment
.
"
Have
you
seen
the
de
la
Mole
ladies
?
"
she
said
to
him
.
"
They
are
in
the
third
tier
.
"
Julien
immediately
craned
out
over
the
atre
,
leaning
politely
enough
on
the
front
of
the
box
.
He
saw
Mathilde
;
her
eyes
were
shining
with
tears
.
"
And
yet
it
is
not
their
Opera
day
,
"
thought
Julien
;
"
how
eager
she
must
be
!
"
Mathilde
had
prevailed
on
her
mother
to
come
to
the
Bouffes
in
spite
of
the
inconveniently
high
tier
of
the
box
,
which
a
lady
friend
of
the
family
had
hastened
to
offer
her
.
She
wanted
to
see
if
Julien
would
pass
the
evening
with
the
maréchale
.
So
this
is
the
fine
miracle
of
your
civilisation
;
you
have
turned
love
into
an
ordinary
business
.
—
Barnave
.
Julien
rushed
into
madame
de
la
Mole
’
s
box
.
His
eyes
first
met
the
tearful
eyes
of
Mathilde
;
she
was
crying
without
reserve
.
There
were
only
insignificant
personages
present
,
the
friend
who
had
leant
her
box
,
and
some
men
whom
she
knew
.
Mathilde
placed
her
hand
on
Julien
’
s
;
she
seemed
to
have
forgotten
all
fear
of
her
mother
.
Almost
stifled
as
she
was
by
her
tears
,
she
said
nothing
but
this
one
word
:
"
Guarantees
!
"
"
So
long
as
I
don
’
t
speak
to
her
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
.
He
was
himself
very
moved
,
and
concealed
his
eyes
with
his
hand
as
best
he
could
under
the
pretext
of
avoiding
the
dazzling
light
of
the
third
tier
of
boxes
.
"
If
I
speak
she
may
suspect
the
excess
of
my
emotion
,
the
sound
of
my
voice
will
betray
me
.
All
may
yet
be
lost
.
"
His
struggles
were
more
painful
than
they
had
been
in
the
morning
,
his
soul
had
had
the
time
to
become
moved
.
He
had
been
frightened
at
seeing
Mathilde
piqued
with
vanity
.
Intoxicated
as
he
was
with
love
and
pleasure
he
resolved
not
to
speak
.
In
my
view
this
is
one
of
the
finest
traits
in
his
character
,
an
individual
capable
of
such
an
effort
of
self
-
control
may
go
far
si
fata
sinant
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
insisted
on
taking
Julien
back
to
the
hôtel
.
Luckily
it
was
raining
a
great
deal
,
but
the
marquise
had
him
placed
opposite
her
,
talked
to
him
incessantly
,
and
prevented
him
saying
a
single
word
to
her
daughter
.
