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She
gave
him
a
letter
with
a
broken
seal
but
folded
.
As
for
him
,
without
opening
it
,
he
gazed
at
his
wife
with
the
eyes
of
a
madman
.
"
Here
’
s
an
abominable
thing
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
"
which
an
evil
-
looking
man
who
makes
out
that
he
knows
you
and
is
under
an
obligation
to
you
,
handed
to
me
as
I
was
passing
behind
the
notary
’
s
garden
.
I
insist
on
one
thing
and
that
is
that
you
send
back
this
M
.
Julien
to
his
parents
and
without
delay
.
"
Madame
de
Rênal
hastened
to
say
these
words
,
perhaps
a
little
before
the
psychological
moment
,
in
order
to
free
herself
from
the
awful
prospect
of
having
to
say
them
.
She
was
seized
with
joy
on
seeing
that
which
she
was
occasioning
to
her
husband
.
She
realised
from
the
fixed
stare
which
he
was
rivetting
on
her
that
Julien
had
surmised
rightly
.
"
What
a
genius
he
is
to
be
so
brilliantly
diplomatic
instead
of
succumbing
to
so
real
a
misfortune
,
"
she
thought
.
"
He
will
go
very
far
in
the
future
!
Alas
,
his
successes
will
only
make
him
forget
me
.
"
This
little
act
of
admiration
for
the
man
whom
she
adored
quite
cured
her
of
her
trouble
.
She
congratulated
herself
on
her
tactics
.
"
I
have
not
been
unworthy
of
Julien
,
"
she
said
to
herself
with
a
sweet
and
secret
pleasure
.
M
.
de
Rênal
kept
examining
the
second
anonymous
letter
which
the
reader
may
remember
was
composed
of
printed
words
glued
on
to
a
paper
verging
on
blue
.
He
did
not
say
a
word
for
fear
of
giving
himself
away
.
"
They
still
make
fun
of
me
in
every
possible
way
,
"
said
M
.
de
Rênal
to
himself
,
overwhelmed
with
exhaustion
.
"
Still
more
new
insults
to
examine
and
all
the
time
on
account
of
my
wife
.
"
He
was
on
the
point
of
heaping
on
her
the
coarsest
insults
.
He
was
barely
checked
by
the
prospects
of
the
Besançon
legacy
.
Consumed
by
the
need
of
venting
his
feelings
on
something
,
he
crumpled
up
the
paper
of
the
second
anonymous
letter
and
began
to
walk
about
with
huge
strides
.
He
needed
to
get
away
from
his
wife
.
A
few
moments
afterwards
he
came
back
to
her
in
a
quieter
frame
of
mind
.
"
The
thing
is
to
take
some
definite
line
and
send
Julien
away
,
"
she
said
immediately
,
"
after
all
it
is
only
a
labourer
’
s
son
.
You
will
compensate
him
by
a
few
crowns
and
besides
he
is
clever
and
will
easily
manage
to
find
a
place
,
with
M
.
Valenod
for
example
,
or
with
the
sub
-
prefect
De
Maugiron
who
both
have
children
.
In
that
way
you
will
not
be
doing
him
any
wrong
.
.
.
.
"
"
There
you
go
talking
like
the
fool
that
you
are
,
"
exclaimed
M
.
de
Rênal
in
a
terrible
voice
.
"
How
can
one
hope
that
a
woman
will
show
any
good
sense
?
You
never
bother
yourself
about
common
sense
.
How
can
you
ever
get
to
know
anything
?
Your
indifference
and
your
idleness
give
you
no
energy
except
for
hunting
those
miserable
butterflies
,
which
we
are
unfortunate
to
have
in
our
houses
.
"
