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"
But
just
think
,
"
he
repeated
to
him
,
"
I
’
ll
make
you
my
partner
,
or
if
you
prefer
it
,
I
’
ll
give
you
four
thousand
francs
a
year
,
and
you
want
to
return
to
that
M
de
Rênal
of
yours
,
who
despises
you
like
the
mud
on
his
shoes
.
When
you
have
got
two
hundred
louis
in
front
of
you
,
what
is
to
prevent
you
from
entering
the
seminary
?
I
’
ll
go
further
:
I
will
undertake
to
procure
for
you
the
best
living
in
the
district
,
for
,
"
added
Fouqué
,
lowering
his
voice
,
I
supply
firewood
to
M
.
le
—
—
,
M
.
le
—
—
,
M
.
—
—
.
I
provide
them
with
first
quality
oak
,
but
they
only
pay
me
for
plain
wood
,
but
never
was
money
better
invested
.
Nothing
could
conquer
Julien
’
s
vocation
.
Fouqué
finished
by
thinking
him
a
little
mad
.
The
third
day
,
in
the
early
morning
,
Julien
left
his
friend
,
and
passed
the
day
amongst
the
rocks
of
the
great
mountain
.
He
found
his
little
cave
again
,
but
he
had
no
longer
peace
of
mind
.
His
friend
’
s
offers
had
robbed
him
of
it
.
He
found
himself
,
not
between
vice
and
virtue
,
like
Hercules
,
but
between
mediocrity
coupled
with
an
assured
prosperity
,
and
all
the
heroic
dreams
of
his
youth
.
"
So
I
have
not
got
real
determination
after
all
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
and
it
was
his
doubt
on
this
score
which
pained
him
the
most
.
"
I
am
not
of
the
stuff
of
which
great
men
are
made
,
because
I
fear
that
eight
years
spent
in
earning
a
livelihood
will
deprive
me
of
that
sublime
energy
which
inspires
the
accomplishment
of
extraordinary
feats
.
"
When
Julien
perceived
the
picturesque
ruins
of
the
old
church
at
Vergy
,
he
noticed
that
he
had
not
given
a
single
thought
to
Madame
de
Rênal
since
the
day
before
yesterday
.
The
other
day
,
when
I
took
my
leave
,
that
woman
made
me
realise
the
infinite
distance
which
separated
us
;
she
treated
me
like
a
labourer
’
s
son
.
No
doubt
she
wished
to
signify
her
repentance
for
having
allowed
me
to
hold
her
hand
the
evening
before
.
.
.
.
It
is
,
however
very
pretty
,
is
that
hand
.
What
a
charm
,
what
a
nobility
is
there
in
that
woman
’
s
expression
!
The
possibility
of
making
a
fortune
with
Fouqué
gave
a
certain
facility
to
Julien
’
s
logic
.
It
was
not
spoilt
quite
so
frequently
by
the
irritation
and
the
keen
consciousness
of
his
poverty
and
low
estate
in
the
eyes
of
the
world
.
Placed
as
it
were
on
a
high
promontory
,
he
was
able
to
exercise
his
judgment
,
and
had
a
commanding
view
,
so
to
speak
,
of
both
extreme
poverty
and
that
competence
which
he
still
called
wealth
.
He
was
far
from
judging
his
position
really
philosophically
,
but
he
had
enough
penetration
to
feel
different
after
this
little
journey
into
the
mountain
.
He
was
struck
with
the
extreme
uneasiness
with
which
Madame
de
Rênal
listened
to
the
brief
account
which
she
had
asked
for
of
his
journey
.
Fouqué
had
had
plans
of
marriage
,
and
unhappy
love
affairs
,
and
long
confidences
on
this
subject
had
formed
the
staple
of
the
two
friends
’
conversation
.
Having
found
happiness
too
soon
,
Fouqué
had
realised
that
he
was
not
the
only
one
who
was
loved
.
All
these
accounts
had
astonished
Julien
.
He
had
learnt
many
new
things
.
His
solitary
life
of
imagination
and
suspicion
had
kept
him
remote
from
anything
which
could
enlighten
him
.
During
his
absence
,
life
had
been
nothing
for
Madame
de
Rênal
but
a
series
of
tortures
,
which
,
though
different
,
were
all
unbearable
.
She
was
really
ill
.
"
Now
mind
,
"
said
Madame
Derville
to
her
when
she
saw
Julien
arrive
,
"
you
don
’
t
go
into
the
garden
this
evening
in
your
weak
state
;
the
damp
air
will
make
your
complaint
twice
as
bad
.
"
