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It
was
night
.
They
had
scarcely
sat
down
before
Julien
,
availing
himself
of
his
old
privilege
,
dared
to
bring
his
lips
near
his
pretty
neighbour
’
s
arm
,
and
to
take
her
hand
.
He
kept
thinking
of
the
boldness
which
Fouqué
had
exhibited
with
his
mistresses
and
not
of
Madame
de
Rênal
;
the
word
"
well
-
born
"
was
still
heavy
on
his
heart
.
He
felt
his
hand
pressed
,
but
experienced
no
pleasure
.
So
far
from
his
being
proud
,
or
even
grateful
for
the
sentiment
that
Madame
de
Rênal
was
betraying
that
evening
by
only
too
evident
signs
,
he
was
almost
insensible
to
her
beauty
,
her
elegance
,
and
her
freshness
.
Purity
of
soul
,
and
the
absence
of
all
hateful
emotion
,
doubtless
prolong
the
duration
of
youth
.
It
is
the
face
which
ages
first
with
the
majority
of
women
.
Julien
sulked
all
the
evening
.
Up
to
the
present
he
had
only
been
angry
with
the
social
order
,
but
from
that
time
that
Fouqué
had
offered
him
an
ignoble
means
of
obtaining
a
competency
,
he
was
irritated
with
himself
.
Julien
was
so
engrossed
in
his
thoughts
,
that
,
although
from
time
to
time
he
said
a
few
words
to
the
ladies
,
he
eventually
let
go
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
hand
without
noticing
it
.
This
action
overwhelmed
the
soul
of
the
poor
woman
.
She
saw
in
it
her
whole
fate
.
If
she
had
been
certain
of
Julien
’
s
affection
,
her
virtue
would
possibly
have
found
strength
to
resist
him
.
But
trembling
lest
she
should
lose
him
for
ever
,
she
was
distracted
by
her
passion
to
the
point
of
taking
again
Julien
’
s
hand
,
which
he
had
left
in
his
absent
-
mindedness
leaning
on
the
back
of
the
chair
.
This
action
woke
up
this
ambitious
youth
;
he
would
have
liked
to
have
had
for
witnesses
all
those
proud
nobles
who
had
regarded
him
at
meals
,
when
he
was
at
the
bottom
of
the
table
with
the
children
,
with
so
condescending
a
smile
.
"
That
woman
cannot
despise
me
;
in
that
case
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
I
ought
to
shew
my
appreciation
of
her
beauty
.
I
owe
it
to
myself
to
be
her
lover
.
"
That
idea
would
not
have
occurred
to
him
before
the
naive
confidences
which
his
friend
had
made
.
The
sudden
resolution
which
he
had
just
made
formed
an
agreeable
distraction
.
He
kept
saying
to
himself
,
"
I
must
have
one
of
those
two
women
;
"
he
realised
that
he
would
have
very
much
preferred
to
have
paid
court
to
Madame
Derville
.
It
was
not
that
she
was
more
agreeable
,
but
that
she
had
always
seen
him
as
the
tutor
distinguished
by
his
knowledge
,
and
not
as
the
journeyman
carpenter
with
his
cloth
jacket
folded
under
his
arm
as
he
had
first
appeared
to
Madame
de
Rênal
.
It
was
precisely
as
a
young
workman
,
blushing
up
to
the
whites
of
his
eyes
,
standing
by
the
door
of
the
house
and
not
daring
to
ring
,
that
he
made
the
most
alluring
appeal
to
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
imagination
.
As
he
went
on
reviewing
his
position
,
Julien
saw
that
the
conquest
of
Madame
Derville
,
who
had
probably
noticed
the
taste
which
Madame
de
Rênal
was
manifesting
for
him
,
was
out
of
the
question
.
He
was
thus
brought
back
to
the
latter
lady
.
"
What
do
I
know
of
the
character
of
that
woman
?
"
said
Julien
to
himself
.
"
Only
this
:
before
my
journey
,
I
used
to
take
her
hand
,
and
she
used
to
take
it
away
.
To
-
day
,
I
take
my
hand
away
,
and
she
seizes
and
presses
it
.
A
fine
opportunity
to
pay
her
back
all
the
contempt
she
had
had
for
me
.
God
knows
how
many
lovers
she
has
had
,
probably
she
is
only
deciding
in
my
favour
by
reason
of
the
easiness
of
assignations
.
"
Such
,
alas
,
is
the
misfortune
of
an
excessive
civilisation
.
The
soul
of
a
young
man
of
twenty
,
possessed
of
any
education
,
is
a
thousand
leagues
away
from
that
abandon
without
which
love
is
frequently
but
the
most
tedious
of
duties
.
"
I
owe
it
all
the
more
to
myself
,
"
went
on
the
petty
vanity
of
Julien
,
"
to
succeed
with
that
woman
,
by
reason
of
the
fact
that
if
I
ever
make
a
fortune
,
and
I
am
reproached
by
anyone
with
my
menial
position
as
a
tutor
,
I
shall
then
be
able
to
give
out
that
it
was
love
which
got
me
the
post
.
"
Julien
again
took
his
hand
away
from
Madame
de
Rênal
,
and
then
took
her
hand
again
and
pressed
it
.
As
they
went
back
to
the
drawing
-
room
about
midnight
,
Madame
de
Rênal
said
to
him
in
a
whisper
