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When
he
had
regained
his
breath
,
he
said
,
"
It
was
only
the
day
before
yesterday
that
I
received
your
letter
from
Strasbourg
with
your
five
hundred
francs
for
the
poor
of
Verrières
.
They
brought
it
to
me
in
the
mountains
at
Liveru
where
I
am
living
in
retirement
with
my
nephew
Jean
.
Yesterday
I
learnt
of
the
catastrophe
.
.
.
.
Heavens
,
is
it
possible
?
"
And
the
old
man
left
off
weeping
.
He
did
not
seem
to
have
any
ideas
left
,
but
added
mechanically
,
"
You
will
have
need
of
your
five
hundred
francs
,
I
will
bring
them
back
to
you
.
"
"
I
need
to
see
you
,
my
father
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
,
really
touched
.
"
I
have
money
,
anyway
.
"
But
he
could
not
obtain
any
coherent
answer
.
From
time
to
time
,
M
.
Chélan
shed
some
tears
which
coursed
silently
down
his
cheeks
.
He
then
looked
at
Julien
,
and
was
quite
dazed
when
he
saw
him
kiss
his
hands
and
carry
them
to
his
lips
.
That
face
which
had
once
been
so
vivid
,
and
which
had
once
portrayed
with
such
vigour
the
most
noble
emotions
was
now
sunk
in
a
perpetual
apathy
.
A
kind
of
peasant
came
soon
to
fetch
the
old
man
.
"
You
must
not
fatigue
him
,
"
he
said
to
Julien
,
who
understood
that
he
was
the
nephew
.
This
visit
left
Julien
plunged
in
a
cruel
unhappiness
which
found
no
vent
in
tears
.
Everything
seemed
to
him
gloomy
and
disconsolate
.
He
felt
his
heart
frozen
in
his
bosom
.
This
moment
was
the
cruellest
which
he
had
experienced
since
the
crime
.
He
had
just
seen
death
and
seen
it
in
all
its
ugliness
.
All
his
illusions
about
greatness
of
soul
and
nobility
of
character
had
been
dissipated
like
a
cloud
before
the
hurricane
.
This
awful
plight
lasted
several
hours
.
After
moral
poisoning
,
physical
remedies
and
champagne
are
necessary
.
Julien
would
have
considered
himself
a
coward
to
have
resorted
to
them
.
"
What
a
fool
I
am
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
towards
the
end
of
the
horrible
day
that
he
had
spent
entirely
in
walking
up
and
down
his
narrow
turret
.
"
It
’
s
only
,
if
I
had
been
going
to
die
like
anybody
else
,
that
the
sight
of
that
poor
old
man
would
have
had
any
right
to
have
thrown
me
into
this
awful
fit
of
sadness
:
but
a
rapid
death
in
the
flower
of
my
age
simply
puts
me
beyond
the
reach
of
such
awful
senility
.
"
In
spite
of
all
his
argumentation
,
Julien
felt
as
touched
as
any
weak
-
minded
person
would
have
been
,
and
consequently
felt
unhappy
as
the
result
of
the
visit
.
He
no
longer
had
any
element
of
rugged
greatness
,
or
any
Roman
virtue
.
Death
appeared
to
him
at
a
great
height
and
seemed
a
less
easy
proposition
.
"
This
is
what
I
shall
take
for
my
thermometer
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
To
-
night
I
am
ten
degrees
below
the
courage
requisite
for
guillotine
-
point
level
.
I
had
that
courage
this
morning
.
Anyway
,
what
does
it
matter
so
long
as
it
comes
back
to
me
at
the
necessary
moment
?
"
This
thermometer
idea
amused
him
and
finally
managed
to
distract
him
.
When
he
woke
up
the
next
day
he
was
ashamed
of
the
previous
day
.
"
My
happiness
and
peace
of
mind
are
at
stake
.
"
He
almost
made
up
his
mind
to
write
to
the
Procureur
-
General
to
request
that
no
one
should
be
admitted
to
see
him
.
"
And
how
about
Fouqué
,
"
he
thought
?
"
If
he
takes
it
upon
himself
to
come
to
Besançon
,
his
grief
will
be
immense
.
"
It
had
perhaps
been
two
months
since
he
had
given
Fouqué
a
thought
.
"
I
was
a
great
fool
at
Strasbourg
.
My
thoughts
did
not
go
beyond
my
coat
-
collar
.
He
was
much
engrossed
by
the
memory
of
Fouqué
,
which
left
him
more
and
more
touched
.
He
walked
nervously
about
.
Here
I
am
,
clearly
twenty
degrees
below
death
point
.
.
.
.
If
this
weakness
increases
,
it
will
be
better
for
me
to
kill
myself
.
What
joy
for
the
abbé
Maslon
,
and
the
Valenods
,
if
I
die
like
an
usher
.
"
