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He
ventured
one
day
to
give
Julien
to
understand
that
this
contention
,
whether
true
or
false
,
would
be
an
excellent
way
of
pleading
.
But
the
accused
man
became
in
a
single
minute
a
passionate
and
drastic
individual
.
"
As
you
value
your
life
,
monsieur
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
,
quite
beside
himself
,
"
mind
you
never
put
forward
such
an
abominable
lie
.
"
The
cautious
advocate
was
for
a
moment
afraid
of
being
assassinated
.
He
was
preparing
his
case
because
the
decisive
moment
was
drawing
near
.
The
only
topic
of
conversation
in
Besançon
,
and
all
the
department
,
was
the
cause
célèbre
.
Julien
did
not
know
of
this
circumstance
.
He
had
requested
his
friends
never
to
talk
to
him
about
that
kind
of
thing
.
On
this
particular
day
,
Fouqué
and
Mathilde
had
tried
to
inform
him
of
certain
rumours
which
in
their
view
were
calculated
to
give
hope
.
Julien
had
stopped
them
at
the
very
first
word
.
"
Leave
me
my
ideal
life
.
Your
pettifogging
troubles
and
details
of
practical
life
all
more
or
less
jar
on
me
and
bring
me
down
from
my
heaven
.
One
dies
as
best
one
can
:
but
I
wish
to
chose
my
own
way
of
thinking
about
death
.
What
do
I
care
for
other
people
?
My
relations
with
other
people
will
be
sharply
cut
short
.
Be
kind
enough
not
to
talk
to
me
any
more
about
those
people
.
Seeing
the
judge
and
the
advocate
is
more
than
enough
.
"
"
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
it
seems
that
I
am
fated
to
die
dreaming
.
An
obscure
creature
like
myself
,
who
is
certain
to
be
forgotten
within
a
fortnight
,
would
be
very
silly
,
one
must
admit
,
to
go
and
play
a
part
.
It
is
nevertheless
singular
that
I
never
knew
so
much
about
the
art
of
enjoying
life
,
as
since
I
have
seen
its
end
so
near
me
.
"
He
passed
his
last
day
in
promenading
upon
the
narrow
terrace
at
the
top
of
the
turret
,
smoking
some
excellent
cigars
which
Mathilde
had
had
fetched
from
Holland
by
a
courier
.
He
had
no
suspicion
that
his
appearance
was
waited
for
each
day
by
all
the
telescopes
in
the
town
.
His
thoughts
were
at
Vergy
.
He
never
spoke
to
Fouqué
about
madame
de
Rênal
,
but
his
friend
told
him
two
or
three
times
that
she
was
rapidly
recovering
,
and
these
words
reverberated
in
his
heart
.
While
Julien
’
s
soul
was
nearly
all
the
time
wholly
in
the
realm
of
ideas
,
Mathilde
,
who
,
as
befits
an
aristocratic
spirit
,
had
occupied
herself
with
concrete
things
,
had
managed
to
make
the
direct
and
intimate
correspondence
between
madame
de
Fervaques
and
M
.
de
Frilair
progress
so
far
that
the
great
word
bishopric
had
been
already
pronounced
.
The
venerable
prelate
,
who
was
entrusted
with
the
distribution
of
the
benefices
,
added
in
a
postscript
to
one
of
his
niece
’
s
letters
,
"
This
poor
Sorel
is
only
a
lunatic
.
I
hope
he
will
be
restored
to
us
.
"
At
the
sight
of
these
lines
,
M
.
de
Frilair
felt
transported
.
He
had
no
doubts
about
saving
Julien
.
