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What
would
he
have
felt
if
he
had
known
of
all
the
mad
ideas
with
which
Mathilde
overwhelmed
the
devoted
but
eminently
logical
and
limited
spirit
of
the
good
Fouqué
?
He
did
not
know
what
to
find
fault
with
in
Mathilde
’
s
devotion
.
For
he
,
too
,
would
have
sacrificed
all
his
fortune
,
and
have
exposed
his
life
to
the
greatest
risks
in
order
to
save
Julien
.
He
was
dumbfounded
by
the
quantity
of
gold
which
Mathilde
flung
away
.
During
the
first
days
Fouqué
,
who
had
all
the
provincial
’
s
respect
for
money
,
was
much
impressed
by
the
sums
she
spent
in
this
way
.
He
at
last
discovered
that
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
’
s
projects
frequently
varied
,
and
he
was
greatly
relieved
at
finding
a
word
with
which
to
express
his
blame
for
a
character
whom
he
found
so
exhausting
.
She
was
changeable
.
There
is
only
a
step
from
this
epithet
to
that
of
wrong
-
headed
,
the
greatest
term
of
opprobrium
known
to
the
provinces
.
"
It
is
singular
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
,
as
Mathilde
was
going
out
of
his
prison
one
day
,
"
that
I
should
be
so
insensible
at
being
the
object
of
so
keen
a
passion
!
And
two
months
ago
I
adored
her
!
I
have
,
of
course
,
read
that
the
approach
of
death
makes
one
lose
interest
in
everything
,
but
it
is
awful
to
feel
oneself
ungrateful
,
and
not
to
be
able
to
change
.
Am
I
an
egoist
,
then
?
"
He
addressed
the
most
humiliating
reproaches
to
himself
on
this
score
.
Ambition
was
dead
in
his
heart
;
another
passion
had
arisen
from
its
ashes
.
He
called
it
remorse
at
having
assassinated
madame
de
Rênal
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
loved
her
to
the
point
of
distraction
.
He
experienced
a
singular
happiness
on
these
occasions
when
,
being
left
absolutely
alone
,
and
without
being
afraid
of
being
interrupted
,
he
could
surrender
himself
completely
to
the
memory
of
the
happy
days
which
he
had
once
passed
at
Verrières
,
or
at
Vergy
.
The
slightest
incidents
of
these
days
,
which
had
fleeted
away
only
too
rapidly
,
possessed
an
irresistible
freshness
and
charm
.
He
never
gave
a
thought
to
his
Paris
successes
;
they
bored
him
.
These
moods
,
which
became
intensified
with
every
succeeding
day
,
were
partly
guessed
by
the
jealous
Mathilde
.
She
realised
very
clearly
that
she
had
to
struggle
against
his
love
of
solitude
.
Sometimes
,
with
terror
in
her
heart
,
she
uttered
madame
de
Rênal
’
s
name
.
She
saw
Julien
quiver
.
Henceforth
her
passion
had
neither
bounds
nor
limit
.
"
If
he
dies
,
I
will
die
after
him
,
"
she
said
to
herself
in
all
good
faith
.
"
What
will
the
Paris
salons
say
when
they
see
a
girl
of
my
own
rank
carry
her
adoration
for
a
lover
who
is
condemned
to
death
to
such
a
pitch
as
this
?
For
sentiments
like
these
you
must
go
back
to
the
age
of
the
heroes
.
It
was
loves
of
this
kind
which
thrilled
the
hearts
of
the
century
of
Charles
IX
.
and
Henri
III
.
"
