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The
two
great
sides
of
this
hall
,
so
celebrated
among
Burgundian
antiquaries
,
and
built
by
the
Duke
,
Charles
the
Bold
,
about
1470
in
expiation
of
some
sin
,
were
adorned
with
richly
sculptured
wooden
stalls
.
All
the
mysteries
of
the
Apocalypse
were
to
be
seen
portrayed
in
wood
of
different
colours
.
This
melancholy
magnificence
,
debased
as
it
was
by
the
sight
of
the
bare
bricks
and
the
plaster
(
which
was
still
quite
white
)
affected
Julien
.
He
stopped
in
silence
.
He
saw
at
the
other
extremity
of
the
hall
,
near
the
one
window
which
let
in
the
daylight
,
a
movable
mahogany
mirror
.
A
young
man
in
a
violet
robe
and
a
lace
surplice
,
but
with
his
head
bare
,
was
standing
still
three
paces
from
the
glass
.
This
piece
of
furniture
seemed
strange
in
a
place
like
this
,
and
had
doubtless
been
only
brought
there
on
the
previous
day
.
Julien
thought
that
the
young
man
had
the
appearance
of
being
irritated
.
He
was
solemnly
giving
benedictions
with
his
right
hand
close
to
the
mirror
.
"
What
can
this
mean
,
"
he
thought
.
"
Is
this
young
priest
performing
some
preliminary
ceremony
?
Perhaps
he
is
the
bishop
’
s
secretary
.
He
will
be
as
insolent
as
the
lackeys
.
Never
mind
though
!
Let
us
try
.
"
He
advanced
and
traversed
somewhat
slowly
the
length
of
the
hall
,
with
his
gaze
fixed
all
the
time
on
the
one
window
,
and
looking
at
the
young
man
who
continued
without
any
intermission
bestowing
slowly
an
infinite
number
of
blessings
.
The
nearer
he
approached
the
better
he
could
distinguish
his
angry
manner
.
The
richness
of
the
lace
surplice
stopped
Julien
in
spite
of
himself
some
paces
in
front
of
the
mirror
.
"
It
is
my
duty
to
speak
,
"
he
said
to
himself
at
last
.
But
the
beauty
of
the
hall
had
moved
him
,
and
he
was
already
upset
by
the
harsh
words
he
anticipated
.
The
young
man
saw
him
in
the
mirror
,
turned
round
,
and
suddenly
discarding
his
angry
manner
,
said
to
him
in
the
gentlest
tone
,
"
Well
,
Monsieur
,
has
it
been
arranged
at
last
?
"
Julien
was
dumbfounded
.
As
the
young
man
began
to
turn
towards
him
,
Julien
saw
the
pectoral
cross
on
his
breast
.
It
was
the
bishop
of
Agde
.
"
As
young
as
that
,
"
thought
Julien
.
"
At
most
six
or
eight
years
older
than
I
am
!
"
He
was
ashamed
of
his
spurs
.
"
Monseigneur
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
"
I
am
sent
by
M
.
Chélan
,
the
senior
of
the
chapter
.
"
