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"
Nothing
could
be
madder
,
"
thought
Julien
,
"
but
I
could
not
help
it
.
After
all
,
M
.
de
la
Mole
is
so
great
a
nobleman
that
public
opinion
will
manage
to
find
an
excuse
for
the
young
colonel
who
will
marry
such
a
charming
widow
.
My
death
will
atone
for
everything
;
"
and
he
abandoned
himself
with
delight
to
Mathilde
’
s
love
.
It
was
madness
,
it
was
greatness
of
soul
,
it
was
the
most
remarkable
thing
possible
.
She
seriously
suggested
that
she
should
kill
herself
with
him
.
After
these
first
transports
,
when
she
had
had
her
fill
of
the
happiness
of
seeing
Julien
,
a
keen
curiosity
suddenly
invaded
her
soul
.
She
began
to
scrutinize
her
lover
,
and
found
him
considerably
above
the
plane
which
she
had
anticipated
.
Boniface
de
La
Mole
seemed
to
be
brought
to
life
again
,
but
on
a
more
heroic
scale
.
Mathilde
saw
the
first
advocates
of
the
locality
,
and
offended
them
by
offering
gold
too
crudely
,
but
they
finished
by
accepting
.
She
promptly
came
to
the
conclusion
that
so
far
as
dubious
and
far
reaching
intrigues
were
concerned
,
everything
depended
at
Besançon
on
M
.
the
abbé
de
Frilair
.
She
found
at
first
overwhelming
difficulties
in
obtaining
an
interview
with
the
all
-
powerful
leader
of
the
congregation
under
the
obscure
name
of
madame
Michelet
.
But
the
rumour
of
the
beauty
of
a
young
dressmaker
,
who
was
madly
in
love
,
and
had
come
from
Paris
to
Besançon
to
console
the
young
abbé
Julien
Sorel
,
spread
over
the
town
.
Mathilde
walked
about
the
Besançon
streets
alone
:
she
hoped
not
to
be
recognised
.
In
any
case
,
she
thought
it
would
be
of
some
use
to
her
cause
if
she
produced
a
great
impression
on
the
people
.
She
thought
,
in
her
madness
,
of
making
them
rebel
in
order
to
save
Julien
as
he
walked
to
his
death
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
thought
she
was
dressed
simply
and
in
a
way
suitable
to
a
woman
in
mourning
,
she
was
dressed
in
fact
in
such
a
way
as
to
attract
every
one
’
s
attention
.
She
was
the
object
of
everyone
’
s
notice
at
Besançon
when
she
obtained
an
audience
of
M
.
de
Frilair
after
a
week
spent
in
soliciting
it
.
In
spite
of
all
her
courage
,
the
idea
of
an
influential
leader
of
the
congregation
,
and
the
idea
of
deep
and
calculating
criminality
,
were
so
associated
with
each
other
in
her
mind
,
that
she
trembled
as
she
rang
the
bell
at
the
door
of
the
bishop
’
s
palace
.
She
could
scarcely
walk
when
she
had
to
go
up
the
staircase
,
which
led
to
the
apartment
of
the
first
grand
Vicar
.
The
solitude
of
the
episcopal
palace
chilled
her
.
"
I
might
sit
down
in
an
armchair
,
and
the
armchair
might
grip
my
arms
:
I
should
then
disappear
.
Whom
could
my
maid
ask
for
?
The
captain
of
the
gendarmerie
will
take
care
to
do
nothing
.
I
am
isolated
in
this
great
town
.
"
After
her
first
look
at
the
apartment
,
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
felt
reassured
.
In
the
first
place
,
the
lackey
who
had
opened
the
door
to
her
had
on
a
very
elegant
livery
.
The
salon
in
which
she
was
asked
to
wait
displayed
that
refined
and
delicate
luxury
which
differs
so
much
from
crude
magnificence
,
and
which
is
only
found
in
the
best
houses
in
Paris
.
As
soon
as
she
noticed
M
.
de
Frilair
coming
towards
her
with
quite
a
paternal
air
,
all
her
ideas
of
his
criminality
disappeared
.
She
did
not
even
find
on
his
handsome
face
the
impress
of
that
drastic
and
somewhat
savage
courage
which
is
so
anti
-
pathetic
to
Paris
society
.
The
half
-
smile
which
animated
the
features
of
the
priest
,
who
was
all
-
powerful
at
Besançon
,
betokened
the
well
-
bred
man
,
the
learned
prelate
,
the
clever
administrator
.
Mathilde
felt
herself
at
Paris
.
