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After
interrupting
each
other
a
hundred
times
over
,
they
managed
with
great
difficulty
to
explain
to
each
other
what
they
did
not
know
.
The
letter
written
to
M
.
de
la
Mole
had
been
drafted
by
the
young
priest
who
directed
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
conscience
,
and
had
been
subsequently
copied
by
her
,
"
What
a
horrible
thing
religion
has
made
me
do
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
"
and
even
so
I
softened
the
most
awful
passages
in
the
letter
.
"
Julien
’
s
ecstatic
happiness
proved
the
fulness
of
her
forgiveness
.
He
had
never
been
so
mad
with
love
.
"
And
yet
I
regard
myself
as
devout
,
"
madame
de
Rênal
went
on
to
say
to
him
in
the
ensuing
conversation
.
"
I
believe
sincerely
in
God
!
I
equally
believe
,
and
I
even
have
full
proof
of
it
,
that
the
crime
which
I
am
committing
is
an
awful
one
,
and
yet
the
very
minute
I
see
you
,
even
after
you
have
fired
two
pistol
shots
at
me
—
"
and
at
this
point
,
in
spite
of
her
resistance
,
Julien
covered
her
with
kisses
.
"
Leave
me
alone
,
"
she
continued
,
"
I
want
to
argue
with
you
,
I
am
frightened
lest
I
should
forget
.
.
.
.
The
very
minute
I
see
you
all
my
duties
disappear
.
I
have
nothing
but
love
for
you
,
dear
,
or
rather
,
the
word
love
is
too
weak
.
I
feel
for
you
what
I
ought
only
to
feel
for
God
;
a
mixture
of
respect
,
love
,
obedience
.
.
.
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
inspire
me
with
.
.
.
.
If
you
were
to
tell
me
to
stab
the
gaoler
with
a
knife
,
the
crime
would
be
committed
before
I
had
given
it
a
thought
.
Explain
this
very
clearly
to
me
before
I
leave
you
.
I
want
to
see
down
to
the
bottom
of
my
heart
;
for
we
shall
take
leave
of
each
other
in
two
months
.
.
.
.
By
the
bye
,
shall
we
take
leave
of
each
other
?
"
she
said
to
him
with
a
smile
.
"
I
take
back
my
words
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
,
getting
up
,
"
I
shall
not
appeal
from
my
death
sentence
,
if
you
try
,
either
by
poison
,
knife
,
pistol
,
charcoal
,
or
any
other
means
whatsoever
,
to
put
an
end
to
your
life
,
or
make
any
attempt
upon
it
.
"
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
expression
suddenly
changed
.
The
most
lively
tenderness
was
succeeded
by
a
mood
of
deep
meditation
.
"
Supposing
we
were
to
die
at
once
,
"
she
said
to
him
.
"
Who
knows
what
one
will
find
in
the
other
life
,
"
answered
Julien
,
"
perhaps
torment
,
perhaps
nothing
at
all
.
Cannot
we
pass
two
delicious
months
together
?
Two
months
means
a
good
many
days
.
I
shall
never
have
been
so
happy
.
"
"
You
will
never
have
been
so
happy
?
"
"
Never
,
"
repeated
Julien
ecstatically
,
"
and
I
am
talking
to
you
just
as
I
should
talk
to
myself
.
May
God
save
me
from
exaggerating
.
"
