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When
they
separated
at
midnight
,
his
pessimism
made
him
think
that
he
enjoyed
Madame
Derville
’
s
contempt
,
and
that
probably
he
stood
no
better
with
Madame
de
Rênal
.
Feeling
in
a
very
bad
temper
and
very
humiliated
,
Julien
did
not
sleep
.
He
was
leagues
away
from
the
idea
of
giving
up
all
intriguing
and
planning
,
and
of
living
from
day
to
day
with
Madame
de
Rênal
,
and
of
being
contented
like
a
child
with
the
happiness
brought
by
every
day
.
He
racked
his
brains
inventing
clever
manœuvres
,
which
an
instant
afterwards
he
found
absurd
,
and
,
to
put
it
shortly
,
was
very
unhappy
when
two
o
’
clock
rang
from
the
castle
clock
.
The
noise
woke
him
up
like
the
cock
’
s
crow
woke
up
St
.
Peter
.
The
most
painful
episode
was
now
timed
to
begin
—
he
had
not
given
a
thought
to
his
impertinent
proposition
,
since
the
moment
when
he
had
made
it
and
it
had
been
so
badly
received
.
"
I
have
told
her
that
I
will
go
to
her
at
two
o
’
clock
,
"
he
said
to
himself
as
he
got
up
,
"
I
may
be
inexperienced
and
coarse
,
as
the
son
of
a
peasant
naturally
would
be
.
Madame
Derville
has
given
me
to
understand
as
much
,
but
at
any
rate
,
I
will
not
be
weak
.
"
Julien
had
reason
to
congratulate
himself
on
his
courage
,
for
he
had
never
put
his
self
-
control
to
so
painful
a
test
.
As
he
opened
his
door
,
he
was
trembling
to
such
an
extent
that
his
knees
gave
way
under
him
,
and
he
was
forced
to
lean
against
the
wall
.
He
was
without
shoes
;
he
went
and
listened
at
M
.
de
Rênal
’
s
door
,
and
could
hear
his
snoring
.
He
was
disconsolate
,
he
had
no
longer
any
excuse
for
not
going
to
her
room
.
But
,
Great
Heaven
!
What
was
he
to
do
there
?
He
had
no
plan
,
and
even
if
he
had
had
one
,
he
felt
himself
so
nervous
that
he
would
have
been
incapable
of
carrying
it
out
.
Eventually
,
suffering
a
thousand
times
more
than
if
he
had
been
walking
to
his
death
,
he
entered
the
little
corridor
that
led
to
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
room
.
He
opened
the
door
with
a
trembling
hand
and
made
a
frightful
noise
.
There
was
light
;
a
night
light
was
burning
on
the
mantelpiece
.
He
had
not
expected
this
new
misfortune
.
As
she
saw
him
enter
,
Madame
de
Rênal
got
quickly
out
of
bed
.
"
Wretch
,
"
she
cried
.
There
was
a
little
confusion
.
Julien
forgot
his
useless
plans
,
and
turned
to
his
natural
role
.
To
fail
to
please
so
charming
a
woman
appeared
to
him
the
greatest
of
misfortunes
.
His
only
answer
to
her
reproaches
was
to
throw
himself
at
her
feet
while
he
kissed
her
knees
.
As
she
was
speaking
to
him
with
extreme
harshness
,
he
burst
into
tears
.
When
Julien
came
out
of
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
room
some
hours
afterwards
,
one
could
have
said
,
adopting
the
conventional
language
of
the
novel
,
that
there
was
nothing
left
to
be
desired
.
In
fact
,
he
owed
to
the
love
he
had
inspired
,
and
to
the
unexpected
impression
which
her
alluring
charms
had
produced
upon
him
,
a
victory
to
which
his
own
clumsy
tactics
would
never
have
led
him
.
