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His
reasoning
did
not
go
any
further
.
His
head
felt
as
though
it
had
been
seized
in
some
violent
grip
.
He
looked
round
to
see
if
anyone
was
holding
him
.
After
some
moments
he
fell
into
a
deep
sleep
.
Madame
de
Rênal
was
not
mortally
wounded
.
The
first
bullet
had
pierced
her
hat
.
The
second
had
been
fired
as
she
was
turning
round
.
The
bullet
had
struck
her
on
the
shoulder
,
and
,
astonishing
to
relate
,
had
ricocheted
from
off
the
shoulder
bone
(
which
it
had
,
however
,
broken
)
against
a
gothic
pillar
,
from
which
it
had
loosened
an
enormous
splinter
of
stone
.
When
,
after
a
long
and
painful
bandaging
,
the
solemn
surgeon
said
to
madame
de
Rênal
,
"
I
answer
for
your
life
as
I
would
for
my
own
,
"
she
was
profoundly
grieved
.
She
had
been
sincerely
desirous
of
death
for
a
long
time
.
The
letter
which
she
had
written
to
M
.
de
la
Mole
in
accordance
with
the
injunctions
of
her
present
confessor
,
had
proved
the
final
blow
to
a
creature
already
weakened
by
an
only
too
permanent
unhappiness
.
This
unhappiness
was
caused
by
Julien
’
s
absence
;
but
she
,
for
her
own
part
,
called
it
remorse
.
Her
director
,
a
young
ecclesiastic
,
who
was
both
virtuous
and
enthusiastic
,
and
had
recently
come
to
Dijon
,
made
no
mistake
as
to
its
nature
.
"
Dying
in
this
way
,
though
not
by
my
own
hand
,
is
very
far
from
being
a
sin
,
"
thought
madame
de
Rênal
.
"
God
will
perhaps
forgive
me
for
rejoicing
over
my
death
.
"
She
did
not
dare
to
add
,
"
and
dying
by
Julien
’
s
hand
puts
the
last
touch
on
my
happiness
.
"
She
had
scarcely
been
rid
of
the
presence
of
the
surgeon
and
of
all
the
crowd
of
friends
that
had
rushed
to
see
her
,
than
she
called
her
maid
,
Elisa
.
"
The
gaoler
,
"
she
said
to
her
with
a
violent
blush
,
"
is
a
cruel
man
.
He
will
doubtless
ill
-
treat
him
,
thinking
to
please
me
by
doing
so
.
.
.
.
I
cannot
bear
that
idea
.
Could
you
not
go
,
as
though
on
your
own
account
,
and
give
the
gaoler
this
little
packet
which
contains
some
louis
.
You
will
tell
him
that
religion
forbids
him
to
treat
him
badly
,
above
all
,
he
must
not
go
and
speak
about
the
sending
of
this
money
.
"
It
was
this
circumstance
,
which
we
have
just
mentioned
,
that
Julien
had
to
thank
for
the
humanity
of
the
gaoler
of
Verrières
.
It
was
still
the
same
M
.
Noiraud
,
that
ideal
official
,
whom
he
remembered
as
being
so
finely
alarmed
by
M
.
Appert
’
s
presence
.
A
judge
appeared
in
the
prison
.
"
I
occasioned
death
by
premeditation
,
"
said
Julien
to
him
.
"
I
bought
the
pistols
and
had
them
loaded
at
so
-
and
-
so
’
s
,
a
gunsmith
.
Article
1342
of
the
penal
code
is
clear
.
I
deserve
death
,
and
I
expect
it
.
"
Astonished
at
this
kind
of
answer
,
the
judge
started
to
multiply
his
questions
,
with
a
view
of
the
accused
contradicting
himself
in
his
answers
.
"
Don
’
t
you
see
,
"
said
Julien
to
him
with
a
smile
,
"
that
I
am
making
myself
out
as
guilty
as
you
can
possibly
desire
?
Go
away
,
monsieur
,
you
will
not
fail
to
catch
the
quarry
you
are
pursuing
.
You
will
have
the
pleasure
to
condemn
me
.
Spare
me
your
presence
.
"
