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Madame
de
Rênal
stopped
listening
;
her
excessive
happiness
had
almost
deprived
her
of
her
reason
.
She
made
the
girl
repeat
several
times
the
assurance
that
Julien
had
refused
her
,
with
a
positiveness
which
shut
the
door
on
the
possibility
of
his
coming
round
to
a
more
prudent
decision
.
"
I
will
make
a
last
attempt
,
"
she
said
to
her
maid
.
"
I
will
speak
to
M
.
Julien
.
"
The
following
day
,
after
breakfast
,
Madame
de
Rênal
indulged
in
the
delightful
luxury
of
pleading
her
rival
’
s
cause
,
and
of
seeing
Elisa
’
s
hand
and
fortune
stubbornly
refused
for
a
whole
hour
.
Julien
gradually
emerged
from
his
cautiously
worded
answers
,
and
finished
by
answering
with
spirit
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
good
advice
.
She
could
not
help
being
overcome
by
the
torrent
of
happiness
which
,
after
so
many
days
of
despair
,
now
inundated
her
soul
.
She
felt
quite
ill
.
When
she
had
recovered
and
was
comfortably
in
her
own
room
she
sent
everyone
away
.
She
was
profoundly
astonished
.
"
Can
I
be
in
love
with
Julien
?
"
she
finally
said
to
herself
.
This
discovery
,
which
at
any
other
time
would
have
plunged
her
into
remorse
and
the
deepest
agitation
,
now
only
produced
the
effect
of
a
singular
,
but
as
it
were
,
indifferent
spectacle
.
Her
soul
was
exhausted
by
all
that
she
had
just
gone
through
,
and
had
no
more
sensibility
to
passion
left
.
Madame
de
Rênal
tried
to
work
,
and
fell
into
a
deep
sleep
;
when
she
woke
up
she
did
not
frighten
herself
so
much
as
she
ought
to
have
.
She
was
too
happy
to
be
able
to
see
anything
wrong
in
anything
.
Naive
and
innocent
as
she
was
,
this
worthy
provincial
woman
had
never
tortured
her
soul
in
her
endeavours
to
extract
from
it
a
little
sensibility
to
some
new
shade
of
sentiment
or
unhappiness
.
Entirely
absorbed
as
she
had
been
before
Julien
’
s
arrival
with
that
mass
of
work
which
falls
to
the
lot
of
a
good
mistress
of
a
household
away
from
Paris
,
Madame
de
Rênal
thought
of
passion
in
the
same
way
in
which
we
think
of
a
lottery
:
a
certain
deception
,
a
happiness
sought
after
by
fools
.
The
dinner
bell
rang
.
Madame
de
Rênal
blushed
violently
.
She
heard
the
voice
of
Julien
who
was
bringing
in
the
children
.
Having
grown
somewhat
adroit
since
her
falling
in
love
,
she
complained
of
an
awful
headache
in
order
to
explain
her
redness
.
"
That
’
s
just
like
what
all
women
are
,
"
answered
M
.
de
Rênal
with
a
coarse
laugh
.
"
Those
machines
have
always
got
something
or
other
to
be
put
right
.
"
Although
she
was
accustomed
to
this
type
of
wit
,
Madame
de
Rênal
was
shocked
by
the
tone
of
voice
.
In
order
to
distract
herself
,
she
looked
at
Julien
’
s
physiognomy
;
he
would
have
pleased
her
at
this
particular
moment
,
even
if
he
had
been
the
ugliest
man
imaginable
.
M
.
de
Rênal
,
who
always
made
a
point
of
copying
the
habits
of
the
gentry
of
the
court
,
established
himself
at
Vergy
in
the
first
fine
days
of
the
spring
;
this
is
the
village
rendered
celebrated
by
the
tragic
adventure
of
Gabrielle
.
