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His
mind
was
engrossed
;
he
only
half
answered
the
eager
tenderness
that
she
showed
to
him
.
He
remained
gloomy
and
taciturn
.
He
had
never
seemed
so
great
and
so
adorable
in
Mathilde
’
s
eyes
.
She
was
apprehensive
of
some
subtle
twist
of
his
pride
which
would
spoil
the
whole
situation
.
She
saw
the
abbé
Pirard
come
to
the
hôtel
nearly
every
morning
.
Might
not
Julien
have
divined
something
of
her
father
’
s
intentions
through
him
?
Might
not
the
marquis
himself
have
written
to
him
in
a
momentary
caprice
.
What
was
the
explanation
of
Julien
’
s
stern
manner
following
on
so
great
a
happiness
?
She
did
not
dare
to
question
.
She
did
not
dare
—
she
—
Mathilde
!
From
that
moment
her
feelings
for
Julien
contained
a
certain
vague
and
unexpected
element
which
was
almost
panic
.
This
arid
soul
experienced
all
the
passion
possible
in
an
individual
who
has
been
brought
up
amid
that
excessive
civilisation
which
Paris
so
much
admires
.
Early
on
the
following
day
Julien
was
at
the
house
of
the
abbé
Pirard
.
Some
post
-
horses
were
arriving
in
the
courtyard
with
a
dilapidated
chaise
which
had
been
hired
at
a
neighbouring
station
.
"
A
vehicle
like
that
is
out
of
fashion
,
"
said
the
stern
abbé
to
him
morosely
.
"
Here
are
twenty
thousand
francs
which
M
.
de
la
Mole
makes
you
a
gift
of
.
He
insists
on
your
spending
them
within
a
year
,
but
at
the
same
time
wants
you
to
try
to
look
as
little
ridiculous
as
possible
.
"
(
The
priest
regarded
flinging
away
so
substantial
a
sum
on
a
young
man
as
simply
an
opportunity
for
sin
)
.
"
The
marquis
adds
this
:
’
M
.
Julien
de
la
Vernaye
will
have
received
this
money
from
his
father
,
whom
it
is
needless
to
call
by
any
other
name
.
M
.
de
la
Vernaye
will
perhaps
think
it
proper
to
give
a
present
to
M
.
Sorel
,
a
carpenter
of
Verrières
,
who
cared
for
him
in
his
childhood
.
.
.
.
’
I
can
undertake
that
commission
,
"
added
the
abbé
.
"
I
have
at
last
prevailed
upon
M
.
de
la
Mole
to
come
to
a
settlement
with
that
Jesuit
,
the
abbé
de
Frilair
.
His
influence
is
unquestionably
too
much
for
us
.
The
complete
recognition
of
your
high
birth
on
the
part
of
this
man
,
who
is
in
fact
the
governor
of
B
—
—
will
be
one
of
the
unwritten
terms
of
the
arrangement
.
"
Julien
could
no
longer
control
his
ecstasy
.
He
embraced
the
abbé
.
He
saw
himself
recognised
.
"
For
shame
,
"
said
M
.
Pirard
,
pushing
him
away
.
"
What
is
the
meaning
of
this
worldly
vanity
?
As
for
Sorel
and
his
sons
,
I
will
offer
them
in
my
own
name
a
yearly
allowance
of
five
hundred
francs
,
which
will
be
paid
to
each
of
them
as
long
as
I
am
satisfied
with
them
.
"
Julien
was
already
cold
and
haughty
.
He
expressed
his
thanks
,
but
in
the
vaguest
terms
which
bound
him
to
nothing
.
"
Could
it
be
possible
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
that
I
am
the
natural
son
of
some
great
nobleman
who
was
exiled
to
our
mountains
by
the
terrible
Napoleon
?
"
This
idea
seemed
less
and
less
improbable
every
minute
.
.
.
.
"
My
hatred
of
my
father
would
be
a
proof
of
this
.
.
.
.
In
that
case
,
I
should
not
be
an
unnatural
monster
after
all
.
"
A
few
days
after
this
soliloquy
the
Fifteenth
Regiment
of
Hussars
,
which
was
one
of
the
most
brilliant
in
the
army
,
was
being
reviewed
on
the
parade
ground
of
Strasbourg
.
M
.
