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Julien
was
the
happiest
of
men
,
while
he
was
the
subject
of
so
much
conversation
.
Bold
by
nature
,
he
sat
a
horse
better
than
the
majority
of
the
young
men
of
this
mountain
town
.
He
saw
that
,
in
the
eyes
of
the
women
,
he
was
the
topic
of
interest
.
His
epaulettes
were
more
brilliant
than
those
of
the
others
,
because
they
were
new
.
His
horse
pranced
at
every
moment
.
He
reached
the
zenith
of
joy
.
His
happiness
was
unbounded
when
,
as
they
passed
by
the
old
rampart
,
the
noise
of
the
little
cannon
made
his
horse
prance
outside
the
line
.
By
a
great
piece
of
luck
he
did
not
fall
;
from
that
moment
he
felt
himself
a
hero
.
He
was
one
of
Napoleon
’
s
officers
of
artillery
,
and
was
charging
a
battery
.
One
person
was
happier
than
he
.
She
had
first
seen
him
pass
from
one
of
the
folding
windows
in
the
Hôtel
de
Ville
.
Then
taking
her
carriage
and
rapidly
making
a
long
detour
,
she
arrived
in
time
to
shudder
when
his
horse
took
him
outside
the
line
.
Finally
she
put
her
carriage
to
the
gallop
,
left
by
another
gate
of
the
town
,
succeeded
in
rejoining
the
route
by
which
the
King
was
to
pass
,
and
was
able
to
follow
the
Guard
of
Honour
at
twenty
paces
distance
in
the
midst
of
a
noble
dust
.
Six
thousand
peasants
cried
"
Long
live
the
King
,
"
when
the
mayor
had
the
honour
to
harangue
his
Majesty
.
An
hour
afterwards
,
when
all
the
speeches
had
been
listened
to
,
and
the
King
was
going
to
enter
the
town
,
the
little
cannon
began
again
to
discharge
its
spasmodic
volleys
.
But
an
accident
ensued
,
the
victim
being
,
not
one
of
the
cannoneers
who
had
proved
their
mettle
at
Leipsic
and
at
Montreuil
,
but
the
future
deputy
-
mayor
,
M
.
de
Moirod
.
His
horse
gently
laid
him
in
the
one
heap
of
mud
on
the
high
road
,
a
somewhat
scandalous
circumstance
,
inasmuch
as
it
was
necessary
to
extricate
him
to
allow
the
King
to
pass
.
His
Majesty
alighted
at
the
fine
new
church
,
which
was
decked
out
to
-
day
with
all
its
crimson
curtains
.
The
King
was
due
to
dine
,
and
then
afterwards
take
his
carriage
again
and
go
and
pay
his
respects
to
the
celebrated
relic
of
Saint
Clement
.
Scarcely
was
the
King
in
the
church
than
Julien
galloped
towards
the
house
of
M
.
de
Rênal
.
Once
there
he
doffed
with
a
sigh
his
fine
sky
-
blue
uniform
,
his
sabre
and
his
epaulettes
,
to
put
on
again
his
shabby
little
black
suit
.
He
mounted
his
horse
again
,
and
in
a
few
moments
was
at
Bray
-
le
-
Haut
,
which
was
on
the
summit
of
a
very
pretty
hill
.
"
Enthusiasm
is
responsible
for
these
numbers
of
peasants
,
"
thought
Julien
.
It
was
impossible
to
move
a
step
at
Verrières
,
and
here
there
were
more
than
ten
thousand
round
this
ancient
abbey
.
Half
ruined
by
the
vandalism
of
the
Revolution
,
it
had
been
magnificently
restored
since
the
Restoration
,
and
people
were
already
beginning
to
talk
of
miracles
.
Julien
rejoined
the
abbé
Chélan
,
who
scolded
him
roundly
and
gave
him
a
cassock
and
a
surplice
.
He
dressed
quickly
and
followed
M
.
Chélan
,
who
was
going
to
pay
a
call
on
the
young
bishop
of
Agde
.
He
was
a
nephew
of
M
.
de
la
Mole
,
who
had
been
recently
nominated
,
and
had
been
charged
with
the
duty
of
showing
the
relic
to
the
King
.
But
the
bishop
was
not
to
be
found
.
The
clergy
began
to
get
impatient
.
It
was
awaiting
its
chief
in
the
sombre
Gothic
cloister
of
the
ancient
abbey
.
Twenty
-
four
curés
had
been
brought
together
so
as
to
represent
the
ancient
chapter
of
Bray
-
le
-
Haut
,
which
before
1789
consisted
of
twenty
-
four
canons
.
The
curés
,
having
deplored
the
bishop
’
s
youth
for
three
-
quarters
of
an
hour
,
thought
it
fitting
for
their
senior
to
visit
Monseigneur
to
apprise
him
that
the
King
was
on
the
point
of
arriving
,
and
that
it
was
time
to
betake
himself
to
the
choir
.
The
great
age
of
M
.
Chélan
gave
him
the
seniority
.
In
spite
of
the
bad
temper
which
he
was
manifesting
to
Julien
,
he
signed
him
to
follow
.
Julien
was
wearing
his
surplice
with
distinction
.
By
means
of
some
trick
or
other
of
ecclesiastical
dress
,
he
had
made
his
fine
curling
hair
very
flat
,
but
by
a
forgetfulness
,
which
redoubled
the
anger
of
M
.
Chélan
,
the
spurs
of
the
Guard
of
Honour
could
be
seen
below
the
long
folds
of
his
cassock
.
When
they
arrived
at
the
bishop
’
s
apartment
,
the
tall
lackeys
with
their
lace
-
frills
scarcely
deigned
to
answer
the
old
curé
to
the
effect
that
Monseigneur
was
not
receiving
.
They
made
fun
of
him
when
he
tried
to
explain
that
in
his
capacity
of
senior
member
of
the
chapter
of
Bray
-
le
-
Haut
,
he
had
the
privilege
of
being
admitted
at
any
time
to
the
officiating
bishop
.
Julien
’
s
haughty
temper
was
shocked
by
the
lackeys
’
insolence
.
He
started
to
traverse
the
corridors
of
the
ancient
abbey
,
and
to
shake
all
the
doors
which
he
found
.
A
very
small
one
yielded
to
his
efforts
,
and
he
found
himself
in
a
cell
in
the
midst
of
Monseigneur
’
s
valets
,
who
were
dressed
in
black
suits
with
chains
on
their
necks
.
His
hurried
manner
made
these
gentlemen
think
that
he
had
been
sent
by
the
bishop
,
and
they
let
him
pass
.
He
went
some
steps
further
on
,
and
found
himself
in
an
immense
Gothic
hall
,
which
was
extremely
dark
,
and
completely
wainscotted
in
black
oak
.
The
ogive
windows
had
all
been
walled
in
with
brick
except
one
.
There
was
nothing
to
disguise
the
coarseness
of
this
masonry
,
which
offered
a
melancholy
contrast
to
the
ancient
magnificence
of
the
woodwork
.
