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A
very
sensible
idea
occurred
to
him
,
but
its
execution
required
a
strength
of
character
considerably
superior
to
the
small
amount
of
character
which
the
poor
man
possessed
.
"
If
I
keep
my
wife
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
I
know
what
I
shall
do
one
day
;
on
some
occasion
when
she
makes
me
lose
patience
,
I
shall
reproach
her
with
her
guilt
.
She
is
proud
,
we
shall
quarrel
,
and
all
this
will
happen
before
she
has
inherited
her
aunt
’
s
fortune
.
And
how
they
will
all
make
fun
of
me
then
!
My
wife
loves
her
children
,
the
result
will
be
that
everything
will
go
to
them
.
But
as
for
me
,
I
shall
be
the
laughing
-
stock
of
Verrières
.
’
What
,
’
they
will
say
,
’
he
could
not
even
manage
to
revenge
himself
on
his
wife
!
’
Would
it
not
be
better
to
leave
it
and
verify
nothing
?
In
that
case
I
tie
my
hands
,
and
cannot
afterwards
reproach
her
with
anything
.
"
An
instant
afterwards
M
.
de
Rênal
,
once
more
a
prey
to
wounded
vanity
,
set
himself
laboriously
to
recollect
all
the
methods
of
procedure
mentioned
in
the
billiard
-
room
of
the
Casino
or
the
Nobles
’
Club
in
Verrières
,
when
some
fine
talker
interrupted
the
pool
to
divert
himself
at
the
expense
of
some
deceived
husband
.
How
cruel
these
pleasantries
appeared
to
him
at
the
present
moment
!
"
My
God
,
why
is
my
wife
not
dead
!
then
I
should
be
impregnable
against
ridicule
.
Why
am
I
not
a
widower
?
I
should
go
and
pass
six
months
in
Paris
in
the
best
society
.
After
this
moment
of
happiness
occasioned
by
the
idea
of
widowerhood
,
his
imagination
reverted
to
the
means
of
assuring
himself
of
the
truth
.
Should
he
put
a
slight
layer
of
bran
before
the
door
of
Julien
’
s
room
at
midnight
after
everyone
had
gone
to
bed
?
He
would
see
the
impression
of
the
feet
in
the
following
morning
.
"
But
that
’
s
no
good
,
"
he
suddenly
exclaimed
with
rage
.
"
That
inquisitive
Elisa
will
notice
it
,
and
they
will
soon
know
all
over
the
house
that
I
am
jealous
.
"
In
another
Casino
tale
a
husband
had
assured
himself
of
his
misfortune
by
tying
a
hair
with
a
little
wax
so
that
it
shut
the
door
of
the
gallant
as
effectually
as
a
seal
.
After
so
many
hours
of
uncertainty
this
means
of
clearing
up
his
fate
seemed
to
him
emphatically
the
best
,
and
he
was
thinking
of
availing
himself
of
it
when
,
in
one
of
the
turnings
of
the
avenue
he
met
the
very
woman
whom
he
would
like
to
have
seen
dead
.
She
was
coming
back
from
the
village
.
She
had
gone
to
hear
mass
in
the
church
of
Vergy
.
A
tradition
,
extremely
doubtful
in
the
eyes
of
the
cold
philosopher
,
but
in
which
she
believed
,
alleges
that
the
little
church
was
once
the
chapel
of
the
château
of
the
Lord
of
Vergy
.
This
idea
obsessed
Madame
de
Rênal
all
the
time
in
the
church
that
she
had
counted
on
spending
in
prayer
.
She
kept
on
imagining
to
herself
the
spectacle
of
her
husband
killing
Julien
when
out
hunting
as
though
by
accident
,
and
then
making
her
eat
his
heart
in
the
evening
.
"
My
fate
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
depends
on
what
he
will
think
when
he
listens
to
me
.
It
may
be
I
shall
never
get
another
opportunity
of
speaking
to
him
after
this
fatal
quarter
of
an
hour
.
He
is
not
a
reasonable
person
who
is
governed
by
his
intellect
.
In
that
case
,
with
the
help
of
my
weak
intelligence
,
I
could
anticipate
what
he
will
do
or
say
.
He
will
decide
our
common
fate
.
He
has
the
power
.
But
this
fate
depends
on
my
adroitness
,
on
my
skill
in
directing
the
ideas
of
this
crank
,
who
is
blinded
by
his
rage
and
unable
to
see
half
of
what
takes
place
.
Great
God
!
I
need
talent
and
coolness
,
where
shall
I
get
it
?
"
She
regained
her
calmness
as
though
by
magic
,
and
she
entered
the
garden
and
saw
her
husband
in
the
distance
.
His
dishevelled
hair
and
disordered
dress
showed
that
he
had
not
slept
.
