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Julien
approached
her
with
eagerness
,
admiring
those
beautiful
arms
which
were
just
visible
through
a
hastily
donned
shawl
.
The
freshness
of
the
morning
air
seemed
to
accentuate
still
more
the
brilliance
of
her
complexion
which
the
agitation
of
the
past
night
rendered
all
the
more
susceptible
to
all
impressions
.
This
demure
and
pathetic
beauty
,
which
was
,
at
the
same
time
,
full
of
thoughts
which
are
never
found
in
the
inferior
classes
,
seemed
to
reveal
to
Julien
a
faculty
in
his
own
soul
which
he
had
never
before
realised
.
Engrossed
in
his
admiration
of
the
charms
on
which
his
greedy
gaze
was
riveted
,
Julien
took
for
granted
the
friendly
welcome
which
he
was
expecting
to
receive
.
He
was
all
the
more
astonished
at
the
icy
coldness
which
she
endeavoured
to
manifest
to
him
,
and
through
which
he
thought
he
could
even
distinguish
the
intention
of
putting
him
in
his
place
.
The
smile
of
pleasure
died
away
from
his
lips
as
he
remembered
his
rank
in
society
,
especially
from
the
point
of
view
of
a
rich
and
noble
heiress
.
In
a
single
moment
his
face
exhibited
nothing
but
haughtiness
and
anger
against
himself
.
He
felt
violently
disgusted
that
he
could
have
put
off
his
departure
for
more
than
an
hour
,
simply
to
receive
so
humiliating
a
welcome
.
"
It
is
only
a
fool
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
who
is
angry
with
others
;
a
stone
falls
because
it
is
heavy
.
Am
I
going
to
be
a
child
all
my
life
?
How
on
earth
is
it
that
I
manage
to
contract
the
charming
habit
of
showing
my
real
self
to
those
people
simply
in
return
for
their
money
?
If
I
want
to
win
their
respect
and
that
of
my
own
self
,
I
must
shew
them
that
it
is
simply
a
business
transaction
between
my
poverty
and
their
wealth
,
but
that
my
heart
is
a
thousand
leagues
away
from
their
insolence
,
and
is
situated
in
too
high
a
sphere
to
be
affected
by
their
petty
marks
of
favour
or
disdain
.
"
While
these
feelings
were
crowding
the
soul
of
the
young
tutor
,
his
mobile
features
assumed
an
expression
of
ferocity
and
injured
pride
.
Madame
de
Rênal
was
extremely
troubled
.
The
virtuous
coldness
that
she
had
meant
to
put
into
her
welcome
was
succeeded
by
an
expression
of
interest
—
an
interest
animated
by
all
the
surprise
brought
about
by
the
sudden
change
which
she
had
just
seen
.
The
empty
morning
platitudes
about
their
health
and
the
fineness
of
the
day
suddenly
dried
up
.
Julien
’
s
judgment
was
disturbed
by
no
passion
,
and
he
soon
found
a
means
of
manifesting
to
Madame
de
Rênal
how
light
was
the
friendly
relationship
that
he
considered
existed
between
them
.
He
said
nothing
to
her
about
the
little
journey
that
he
was
going
to
make
;
saluted
her
,
and
went
away
.
As
she
watched
him
go
,
she
was
overwhelmed
by
the
sombre
haughtiness
which
she
read
in
that
look
which
had
been
so
gracious
the
previous
evening
.
Her
eldest
son
ran
up
from
the
bottom
of
the
garden
,
and
said
as
he
kissed
her
,
"
We
have
a
holiday
,
M
.
Julien
is
going
on
a
journey
.
"
At
these
words
,
Madame
de
Rênal
felt
seized
by
a
deadly
coldness
.
She
was
unhappy
by
reason
of
her
virtue
,
and
even
more
unhappy
by
reason
of
her
weakness
.
This
new
event
engrossed
her
imagination
,
and
she
was
transported
far
beyond
the
good
resolutions
which
she
owed
to
the
awful
night
she
had
just
passed
.
It
was
not
now
a
question
of
resisting
that
charming
lover
,
but
of
losing
him
for
ever
.
