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"
That
’
s
what
I
ask
,
"
she
cried
,
standing
up
.
"
I
shall
suffer
,
so
much
the
better
.
"
"
But
you
will
also
make
him
unhappy
through
that
awful
scandal
.
"
"
But
I
shall
be
humiliating
myself
,
throwing
myself
into
the
mire
,
and
by
those
means
,
perhaps
,
I
shall
save
my
son
.
Such
a
humiliation
in
the
eyes
of
all
is
perhaps
to
be
regarded
as
a
public
penitence
.
So
far
as
my
weak
judgment
goes
,
is
it
not
the
greatest
sacrifice
that
I
can
make
to
God
?
—
perhaps
He
will
deign
to
accept
my
humiliation
,
and
to
leave
me
my
son
.
Show
me
another
sacrifice
which
is
more
painful
and
I
will
rush
to
it
.
"
"
Let
me
punish
myself
.
I
too
am
guilty
.
Do
you
wish
me
to
retire
to
the
Trappist
Monastery
?
The
austerity
of
that
life
may
appease
your
God
.
Oh
,
heaven
,
why
cannot
I
take
Stanislas
’
s
illness
upon
myself
?
"
"
Ah
,
do
you
love
him
then
,
"
said
Madame
de
Rênal
,
getting
up
and
throwing
herself
in
his
arms
.
At
the
same
time
she
repelled
him
with
horror
.
"
I
believe
you
!
I
believe
you
!
Oh
,
my
one
friend
,
"
she
cried
falling
on
her
knees
again
.
"
Why
are
you
not
the
father
of
Stanislas
?
In
that
case
it
would
not
be
a
terrible
sin
to
love
you
more
than
your
son
.
"
"
Won
’
t
you
allow
me
to
stay
and
love
you
henceforth
like
a
brother
?
It
is
the
only
rational
atonement
.
It
may
appease
the
wrath
of
the
Most
High
.
"
"
Am
I
,
"
she
cried
,
getting
up
and
taking
Julien
’
s
head
between
her
two
hands
,
and
holding
it
some
distance
from
her
.
"
Am
I
to
love
you
as
if
you
were
a
brother
?
Is
it
in
my
power
to
love
you
like
that
?
"
Julien
melted
into
tears
.
