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There
were
moments
where
,
in
spite
of
his
habitual
hypocrisy
,
he
found
an
extreme
delight
in
confessing
to
this
great
lady
who
admired
him
,
his
ignorance
of
a
crowd
of
little
usages
.
His
mistress
’
s
rank
seemed
to
lift
him
above
himself
.
Madame
de
Rênal
,
on
her
side
,
would
find
the
sweetest
thrill
of
intellectual
voluptuousness
in
thus
instructing
in
a
number
of
little
things
this
young
man
who
was
so
full
of
genius
,
and
who
was
looked
upon
by
everyone
as
destined
one
day
to
go
so
far
.
Even
the
sub
-
prefect
and
M
.
Valenod
could
not
help
admiring
him
.
She
thought
it
made
them
less
foolish
.
As
for
Madame
Derville
,
she
was
very
far
from
being
in
a
position
to
express
the
same
sentiments
.
Rendered
desperate
by
what
she
thought
she
divined
,
and
seeing
that
her
good
advice
was
becoming
offensive
to
a
woman
who
had
literally
lost
her
head
,
she
left
Vergy
without
giving
the
explanation
,
which
her
friend
carefully
refrained
from
asking
.
Madame
de
Rênal
shed
a
few
tears
for
her
,
and
soon
found
her
happiness
greater
than
ever
.
As
a
result
of
her
departure
,
she
found
herself
alone
with
her
lover
nearly
the
whole
day
.
Julien
abandoned
himself
all
the
more
to
the
delightful
society
of
his
sweetheart
,
since
,
whenever
he
was
alone
,
Fouqué
’
s
fatal
proposition
still
continued
to
agitate
him
.
During
the
first
days
of
his
novel
life
there
were
moments
when
the
man
who
had
never
loved
,
who
had
never
been
loved
by
anyone
,
would
find
so
delicious
a
pleasure
in
being
sincere
,
that
he
was
on
the
point
of
confessing
to
Madame
de
Rênal
that
ambition
which
up
to
then
had
been
the
very
essence
of
his
existence
He
would
have
liked
to
have
been
able
to
consult
her
on
the
strange
temptation
which
Fouqué
’
s
offer
held
out
to
him
,
but
a
little
episode
rendered
any
frankness
impossible
.
Oh
,
how
this
spring
of
love
resembleth
The
uncertain
glory
of
an
April
day
,
Which
now
shows
all
the
beauty
of
the
sun
,
And
by
and
by
a
cloud
takes
all
away
.
Two
Gentlemen
of
Verona
.
One
evening
when
the
sun
was
setting
,
and
he
was
sitting
near
his
love
,
at
the
bottom
of
the
orchard
,
far
from
all
intruders
,
he
meditated
deeply
.
"
Will
such
sweet
moments
"
he
said
to
himself
"
last
for
ever
?
"
His
soul
was
engrossed
in
the
difficulty
of
deciding
on
a
calling
.
He
lamented
that
great
attack
of
unhappiness
which
comes
at
the
end
of
childhood
and
spoils
the
first
years
of
youth
in
those
who
are
not
rich
.
"
Ah
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
was
not
Napoleon
the
heaven
-
sent
saviour
for
young
Frenchmen
?
Who
is
to
replace
him
?
What
will
those
unfortunate
youths
do
without
him
,
who
,
even
though
they
are
richer
than
I
am
,
have
only
just
the
few
crowns
necessary
to
procure
an
education
for
themselves
,
but
have
not
at
the
age
of
twenty
enough
money
to
buy
a
man
and
advance
themselves
in
their
career
.
"
"
Whatever
one
does
,
"
he
added
,
with
a
deep
sigh
,
"
this
fatal
memory
will
always
prevent
our
being
happy
.
"
