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Midnight
had
struck
a
long
time
ago
;
it
was
at
last
necessary
to
leave
the
garden
;
they
separated
.
Madame
de
Rênal
swept
away
as
she
was
,
by
the
happiness
of
loving
,
was
so
completely
ignorant
of
the
world
that
she
scarcely
reproached
herself
at
all
.
Her
happiness
deprived
her
of
her
sleep
.
A
leaden
sleep
overwhelmed
Julien
who
was
mortally
fatigued
by
the
battle
which
timidity
and
pride
had
waged
in
his
heart
all
through
the
day
.
He
was
called
at
five
o
’
clock
on
the
following
day
and
scarcely
gave
Madame
de
Rênal
a
single
thought
.
He
had
accomplished
his
duty
,
and
a
heroic
duty
too
.
The
consciousness
of
this
filled
him
with
happiness
;
he
locked
himself
in
his
room
,
and
abandoned
himself
with
quite
a
new
pleasure
to
reading
exploits
of
his
hero
.
When
the
breakfast
bell
sounded
,
the
reading
of
the
Bulletins
of
the
Great
Army
had
made
him
forget
all
his
advantages
of
the
previous
day
.
He
said
to
himself
flippantly
,
as
he
went
down
to
the
salon
,
"
I
must
tell
that
woman
that
I
am
in
love
with
her
.
"
Instead
of
those
looks
brimful
of
pleasure
which
he
was
expecting
to
meet
,
he
found
the
stern
visage
of
M
.
de
Rênal
,
who
had
arrived
from
Verrières
two
hours
ago
,
and
did
not
conceal
his
dissatisfaction
at
Julien
’
s
having
passed
the
whole
morning
without
attending
to
the
children
.
Nothing
could
have
been
more
sordid
than
this
self
-
important
man
when
he
was
in
a
bad
temper
and
thought
that
he
could
safely
show
it
.
Each
harsh
word
of
her
husband
pierced
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
heart
.
As
for
Julien
,
he
was
so
plunged
in
his
ecstasy
,
and
still
so
engrossed
by
the
great
events
which
had
been
passing
before
his
eyes
for
several
hours
,
that
he
had
some
difficulty
at
first
in
bringing
his
attention
sufficiently
down
to
listen
to
the
harsh
remarks
which
M
.
de
Rênal
was
addressing
to
him
.
He
said
to
him
at
last
,
rather
abruptly
,
"
I
was
ill
.
"
The
tone
of
this
answer
would
have
stung
a
much
less
sensitive
man
than
the
mayor
of
Verrières
.
He
half
thought
of
answering
Julien
by
turning
him
out
of
the
house
straight
away
.
He
was
only
restrained
by
the
maxim
which
he
had
prescribed
for
himself
,
of
never
hurrying
unduly
in
business
matters
.
"
The
young
fool
,
"
he
said
to
himself
shortly
afterwards
,
"
has
won
a
kind
of
reputation
in
my
house
.
That
man
Valenod
may
take
him
into
his
family
,
or
he
may
quite
well
marry
Elisa
,
and
in
either
case
,
he
will
be
able
to
have
the
laugh
of
me
in
his
heart
.
"
