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Julien
did
not
vouchsafe
any
answer
to
the
kindly
consideration
of
which
he
was
the
object
during
all
the
rest
of
the
walk
.
M
.
de
Rênal
had
scarcely
gone
away
before
the
two
friends
made
the
excuse
of
being
fatigued
,
and
each
asked
him
for
an
arm
.
Walking
as
he
did
between
these
two
women
whose
extreme
nervousness
filled
their
cheeks
with
a
blushing
embarrassment
,
the
haughty
pallor
and
sombre
,
resolute
air
of
Julien
formed
a
strange
contrast
.
He
despised
these
women
and
all
tender
sentiments
.
"
What
!
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
not
even
an
income
of
five
hundred
francs
to
finish
my
studies
!
Ah
!
how
I
should
like
to
send
them
packing
.
"
And
absorbed
as
he
was
by
these
stern
ideas
,
such
few
courteous
words
of
his
two
friends
as
he
deigned
to
take
the
trouble
to
understand
,
displeased
him
as
devoid
of
sense
,
silly
,
feeble
,
in
a
word
—
feminine
.
As
the
result
of
speaking
for
the
sake
of
speaking
and
of
endeavouring
to
keep
the
conversation
alive
,
it
came
about
that
Madame
de
Rênal
mentioned
that
her
husband
had
come
from
Verrières
because
he
had
made
a
bargain
for
the
May
straw
with
one
of
his
farmers
.
(
In
this
district
it
is
the
May
straw
with
which
the
bed
mattresses
are
filled
)
.
"
My
husband
will
not
rejoin
us
,
"
added
Madame
de
Rênal
;
"
he
will
occupy
himself
with
finishing
the
re
-
stuffing
of
the
house
mattresses
with
the
help
of
the
gardener
and
his
valet
.
He
has
put
the
May
straw
this
morning
in
all
the
beds
on
the
first
storey
;
he
is
now
at
the
second
.
"
Julien
changed
colour
.
He
looked
at
Madame
de
Rênal
in
a
singular
way
,
and
soon
managed
somehow
to
take
her
on
one
side
,
doubling
his
pace
.
Madame
Derville
allowed
them
to
get
ahead
.
"
Save
my
life
,
"
said
Julien
to
Madame
de
Rênal
;
"
only
you
can
do
it
,
for
you
know
that
the
valet
hates
me
desperately
.
I
must
confess
to
you
,
madame
,
that
I
have
a
portrait
.
I
have
hidden
it
in
the
mattress
of
my
bed
.
"
At
these
words
Madame
de
Rênal
in
her
turn
became
pale
.
