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"
I
have
an
irksome
duty
to
perform
,
"
thought
Julien
.
"
I
must
write
to
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
:
—
"
"
I
have
avenged
myself
,
"
he
said
to
her
.
"
Unfortunately
,
my
name
will
appear
in
the
papers
,
and
I
shall
not
be
able
to
escape
from
the
world
incognito
.
I
shall
die
in
two
months
’
time
.
My
revenge
was
ghastly
,
like
the
pain
of
being
separated
from
you
.
From
this
moment
I
forbid
myself
to
write
or
pronounce
your
name
.
Never
speak
of
me
even
to
my
son
;
silence
is
the
only
way
of
honouring
me
.
To
the
ordinary
commonplace
man
,
I
shall
represent
a
common
assassin
.
Allow
me
the
luxury
of
the
truth
at
this
supreme
moment
;
you
will
forget
me
.
This
great
catastrophe
of
which
I
advise
you
not
to
say
a
single
word
to
a
single
living
person
,
will
exhaust
,
for
several
years
to
come
,
all
that
romantic
and
unduly
adventurous
element
which
I
have
detected
in
your
character
.
You
were
intended
by
nature
to
live
among
the
heroes
of
the
middle
ages
;
exhibit
their
firm
character
.
Let
what
has
to
happen
take
place
in
secret
and
without
your
being
compromised
.
You
will
assume
a
false
name
,
and
you
will
confide
in
no
one
.
If
you
absolutely
need
a
friend
’
s
help
,
I
bequeath
the
abbé
Pirard
to
you
.
"
Do
not
talk
to
anyone
else
,
particularly
to
the
people
of
your
own
class
—
the
de
Luz
’
s
,
the
Caylus
’
s
.
"
A
year
after
my
death
,
marry
M
.
de
Croisenois
;
I
command
you
as
your
husband
.
Do
not
write
to
me
at
all
,
I
shall
not
answer
.
Though
in
my
view
,
much
less
wicked
than
Iago
,
I
am
going
to
say
,
like
him
:
’
From
this
time
forth
,
I
never
will
speack
word
.
’
"
I
shall
never
be
seen
to
speak
or
write
again
.
You
will
have
received
my
final
words
and
my
final
expressions
of
adoration
.
"
J
.
S
.
"
It
was
only
after
he
had
despatched
this
letter
and
had
recovered
himself
a
little
,
that
Julien
felt
for
the
first
time
extremely
unhappy
.
Those
momentous
words
,
I
shall
die
,
meant
the
successive
tearing
out
of
his
heart
of
each
individual
hope
and
ambition
.
Death
,
in
itself
,
was
not
horrible
in
his
eyes
.
His
whole
life
had
been
nothing
but
a
long
preparation
for
unhappiness
,
and
he
had
made
a
point
of
not
losing
sight
of
what
is
considered
the
greatest
unhappiness
of
all
.
"
Come
then
,
"
he
said
to
himself
;
"
if
I
had
to
fight
a
duel
in
a
couple
of
months
,
with
an
expert
duellist
,
should
I
be
weak
enough
to
think
about
it
incessantly
with
panic
in
my
soul
?
"
He
passed
more
than
an
hour
in
trying
to
analyze
himself
thoroughly
on
this
score
.
