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M
.
de
Rênal
was
talking
politics
with
vehemence
;
two
or
three
commercial
men
in
Verrières
had
been
growing
distinctly
richer
than
he
was
,
and
were
going
to
annoy
him
over
the
elections
.
Madame
Derville
was
listening
to
him
.
Irritated
by
these
tirades
,
Julien
brought
his
chair
nearer
Madame
de
Rênal
.
All
his
movements
were
concealed
by
the
darkness
.
He
dared
to
put
his
hand
very
near
to
the
pretty
arm
which
was
left
uncovered
by
the
dress
.
He
was
troubled
and
had
lost
control
of
his
mind
.
He
brought
his
face
near
to
that
pretty
arm
and
dared
to
put
his
lips
on
it
.
Madame
de
Rênal
shuddered
.
Her
husband
was
four
paces
away
.
She
hastened
to
give
her
hand
to
Julien
,
and
at
the
same
time
to
push
him
back
a
little
.
As
M
.
de
Rênal
was
continuing
his
insults
against
those
ne
’
er
-
do
-
wells
and
Jacobins
who
were
growing
so
rich
,
Julien
covered
the
hand
which
had
been
abandoned
to
him
with
kisses
,
which
were
either
really
passionate
or
at
any
rate
seemed
so
to
Madame
de
Rênal
.
But
the
poor
woman
had
already
had
the
proofs
on
that
same
fatal
day
that
the
man
whom
she
adored
,
without
owning
it
to
herself
,
loved
another
!
During
the
whole
time
Julien
had
been
absent
she
had
been
the
prey
to
an
extreme
unhappiness
which
had
made
her
reflect
.
"
What
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
Am
I
going
to
love
,
am
I
going
to
be
in
love
?
Am
I
,
a
married
woman
,
going
to
fall
in
love
?
But
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
I
have
never
felt
for
my
husband
this
dark
madness
,
which
never
permits
of
my
keeping
Julien
out
of
my
thoughts
.
After
all
,
he
is
only
a
child
who
is
full
of
respect
for
me
.
This
madness
will
be
fleeting
.
In
what
way
do
the
sentiments
which
I
may
have
for
this
young
man
concern
my
husband
?
M
.
de
Rênal
would
be
bored
by
the
conversations
which
I
have
with
Julien
on
imaginative
subjects
.
As
for
him
,
he
simply
thinks
of
his
business
.
I
am
not
taking
anything
away
from
him
to
give
to
Julien
.
"
No
hypocrisy
had
sullied
the
purity
of
that
naïve
soul
,
now
swept
away
by
a
passion
such
as
it
had
never
felt
before
.
She
deceived
herself
,
but
without
knowing
it
.
But
none
the
less
,
a
certain
instinct
of
virtue
was
alarmed
.
Such
were
the
combats
which
were
agitating
her
when
Julien
appeared
in
the
garden
.
She
heard
him
speak
and
almost
at
the
same
moment
she
saw
him
sit
down
by
her
side
.
Her
soul
was
as
it
were
transported
by
this
charming
happiness
which
had
for
the
last
fortnight
surprised
her
even
more
than
it
had
allured
.
Everything
was
novel
for
her
.
None
the
less
,
she
said
to
herself
after
some
moments
,
"
the
mere
presence
of
Julien
is
quite
enough
to
blot
out
all
his
wrongs
.
"
She
was
frightened
;
it
was
then
that
she
took
away
her
hand
.
His
passionate
kisses
,
the
like
of
which
she
had
never
received
before
,
made
her
forget
that
perhaps
he
loved
another
woman
.
Soon
he
was
no
longer
guilty
in
her
eyes
.
The
cessation
of
that
poignant
pain
which
suspicion
had
engendered
and
the
presence
of
a
happiness
that
she
had
never
even
dreamt
of
,
gave
her
ecstasies
of
love
and
of
mad
gaiety
.
The
evening
was
charming
for
everyone
,
except
the
mayor
of
Verrières
,
who
was
unable
to
forget
his
parvenu
manufacturers
.
Julien
left
off
thinking
about
his
black
ambition
,
or
about
those
plans
of
his
which
were
so
difficult
to
accomplish
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
he
was
led
away
by
the
power
of
beauty
.
Lost
in
a
sweetly
vague
reverie
,
quite
alien
to
his
character
,
and
softly
pressing
that
hand
,
which
he
thought
ideally
pretty
,
he
half
listened
to
the
rustle
of
the
leaves
of
the
pine
trees
,
swept
by
the
light
night
breeze
,
and
to
the
dogs
of
the
mill
on
the
Doubs
,
who
barked
in
the
distance
.
But
this
emotion
was
one
of
pleasure
and
not
passion
.
As
he
entered
his
room
,
he
only
thought
of
one
happiness
,
that
of
taking
up
again
his
favourite
book
.
When
one
is
twenty
the
idea
of
the
world
and
the
figure
to
be
cut
in
it
dominate
everything
.
He
soon
,
however
,
laid
down
the
book
.
As
the
result
of
thinking
of
the
victories
of
Napoleon
,
he
had
seen
a
new
element
in
his
own
victory
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
I
have
won
a
battle
.
I
must
exploit
it
.
I
must
crush
the
pride
of
that
proud
gentleman
while
he
is
in
retreat
.
That
would
be
real
Napoleon
.
I
must
ask
him
for
three
days
’
holiday
to
go
and
see
my
friend
Fouqué
.
If
he
refuses
me
I
will
threaten
to
give
him
notice
,
but
he
will
yield
the
point
.
"
