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The
dog
days
arrived
.
They
started
the
habit
of
spending
the
evenings
under
an
immense
pine
tree
some
yards
from
the
house
.
The
darkness
was
profound
.
One
evening
,
Julien
was
speaking
and
gesticulating
,
enjoying
to
the
full
the
pleasure
of
being
at
his
best
when
talking
to
young
women
;
in
one
of
his
gestures
,
he
touched
the
hand
of
Madame
de
Rênal
which
was
leaning
on
the
back
of
one
of
those
chairs
of
painted
wood
,
which
are
so
frequently
to
be
seen
in
gardens
.
The
hand
was
quickly
removed
,
but
Julien
thought
it
a
point
of
duty
to
secure
that
that
hand
should
not
be
removed
when
he
touched
it
.
The
idea
of
a
duty
to
be
performed
and
the
consciousness
of
his
stultification
,
or
rather
of
his
social
inferiority
,
if
he
should
fail
in
achieving
it
,
immediately
banished
all
pleasure
from
his
heart
.
His
expression
was
singular
when
he
saw
Madame
de
Rênal
the
next
day
;
he
watched
her
like
an
enemy
with
whom
he
would
have
to
fight
a
duel
.
These
looks
,
which
were
so
different
from
those
of
the
previous
evening
,
made
Madame
de
Rênal
lose
her
head
;
she
had
been
kind
to
him
and
he
appeared
angry
.
She
could
not
take
her
eyes
off
his
.
Madame
Derville
’
s
presence
allowed
Julien
to
devote
less
time
to
conversation
,
and
more
time
to
thinking
about
what
he
had
in
his
mind
.
His
one
object
all
this
day
was
to
fortify
himself
by
reading
the
inspired
book
that
gave
strength
to
his
soul
.
He
considerably
curtailed
the
children
’
s
lessons
,
and
when
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
presence
had
effectually
brought
him
back
to
the
pursuit
of
his
ambition
,
he
decided
that
she
absolutely
must
allow
her
hand
to
rest
in
his
that
evening
.
The
setting
of
the
sun
which
brought
the
crucial
moment
nearer
and
nearer
made
Julien
’
s
heart
beat
in
a
strange
way
.
Night
came
.
He
noticed
with
a
joy
,
which
took
an
immense
weight
off
his
heart
,
that
it
was
going
to
be
very
dark
.
The
sky
,
which
was
laden
with
big
clouds
that
had
been
brought
along
by
a
sultry
wind
,
seemed
to
herald
a
storm
.
The
two
friends
went
for
their
walk
very
late
.
All
they
did
that
night
struck
Julien
as
strange
.
They
were
enjoying
that
hour
which
seems
to
give
certain
refined
souls
an
increased
pleasure
in
loving
.
At
last
they
sat
down
,
Madame
de
Rênal
beside
Julien
,
and
Madame
Derville
near
her
friend
.
Engrossed
as
he
was
by
the
attempt
which
he
was
going
to
make
,
Julien
could
think
of
nothing
to
say
.
The
conversation
languished
.
"
Shall
I
be
as
nervous
and
miserable
over
my
first
duel
?
"
said
Julien
to
himself
;
for
he
was
too
suspicious
both
of
himself
and
of
others
,
not
to
realise
his
own
mental
state
.
In
his
mortal
anguish
,
he
would
have
preferred
any
danger
whatsoever
.
How
many
times
did
he
not
wish
some
matter
to
crop
up
which
would
necessitate
Madame
de
Rênal
going
into
the
house
and
leaving
the
garden
!
The
violent
strain
on
Julien
’
s
nerves
was
too
great
for
his
voice
not
to
be
considerably
changed
;
soon
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
voice
became
nervous
as
well
,
but
Julien
did
not
notice
it
.
The
awful
battle
raging
between
duty
and
timidity
was
too
painful
,
for
him
to
be
in
a
position
to
observe
anything
outside
himself
.
A
quarter
to
ten
had
just
struck
on
the
château
clock
without
his
having
ventured
anything
.
Julien
was
indignant
at
his
own
cowardice
,
and
said
to
himself
,
"
at
the
exact
moment
when
ten
o
’
clock
strikes
,
I
will
perform
what
I
have
resolved
to
do
all
through
the
day
,
or
I
will
go
up
to
my
room
and
blow
out
my
brains
.
"
After
a
final
moment
of
expectation
and
anxiety
,
during
which
Julien
was
rendered
almost
beside
himself
by
his
excessive
emotion
,
ten
o
’
clock
struck
from
the
clock
over
his
head
.
Each
stroke
of
the
fatal
clock
reverberated
in
his
bosom
,
and
caused
an
almost
physical
pang
.
