The SeminaryThree hundred and thirty-six dinners at 83 centimes, three hundred and thirty-six suppers at 38 centimes, chocolate to such asare entitled to it; how much is there to be made on the contract?
THE VALENOD OF BESANCONHe saw from a distance the cross of gilded1 iron over the door; he wenttowards it slowly; his legs seemed to be giving way under him. 'So thereis that hell upon earth, from which I can never escape!' Finally he decided2 to ring. The sound of the bell echoed as though in a deserted3 place.
After ten minutes, a pale man dressed in black came and opened thedoor to him. Julien looked at him and at once lowered his gaze. Thisporter had a singular physiognomy. The prominent green pupils of hiseyes were convex as those of a cat's; the unwinking contours of his eyelids4 proclaimed the impossibility of any human feeling; his thin lips werestretched and curved over his protruding5 teeth. And yet thisphysiognomy did not suggest a criminal nature, so much as that entireinsensibility which inspires far greater terror in the young. The sole feeling that Julien's rapid glance could discern in that long, smug face was aprofound contempt for every subject that might be mentioned to him,which did not refer to another and a better world.
Julien raised his eyes with an effort, and in a voice which the palpitation of his heart made tremulous explained that he wished to speak to M.
Pirard, the Director of the Seminary. Without a word, the man in blackmade a sign to him to follow. They climbed two flights of a wide staircase with a wooden baluster, the warped6 steps of which sloped at adownward angle from the wall, and seemed on the point of collapse7. Asmall door, surmounted8 by a large graveyard9 cross of white woodpainted black, yielded to pressure and the porter showed him into a lowand gloomy room, the whitewashed10 walls of which were adorned11 withtwo large pictures dark with age. There, Julien was left to himself; he was terrified, his heart throbbed12 violently; he would have liked to findthe courage to weep. A deathly silence reigned13 throughout the building.
After a quarter of an hour, which seemed to him a day, the sinisterporter reappeared on the threshold of a door at the other end of theroom, and, without condescending14 to utter a word, beckoned15 to him toadvance. He entered a room even larger than the first and very badlylighted. The walls of this room were whitewashed also; but they werebare of ornament16. Only in a corner by the door, Julien noticed in passinga bed of white wood, two straw chairs and a little armchair made ofplanks of firwood without a cushion. At the other end of the room, neara small window with dingy17 panes18, decked with neglected flowerpots, hesaw a man seated at a table and dressed in a shabby cassock; he appeared to be in a rage, and was taking one after another from a pile oflittle sheets of paper which he spread out on his table after writing a fewwords on each. He did not observe Julien's presence. The latter remainedmotionless, standing19 in the middle of the room, where he had been leftby the porter, who had gone out again shutting the door behind him.
Ten minutes passed in this fashion; the shabbily dressed man writingall the time. Julien's emotion and terror were such that he felt himself tobe on the point of collapsing20. A philosopher would have said, perhapswrongly: 'It is the violent impression made by ugliness on a soul createdto love what is beautiful.'
The man who was writing raised his head; Julien did not observe thisfor a moment, and indeed, after he had noticed it, still remained motionless, as though turned to stone by the terrible gaze that was fixed21 on him.
Julien's swimming eyes could barely make out a long face covered allover with red spots, except on the forehead, which displayed a deathlypallor. Between the red cheeks and white forehead shone a pair of littleblack eyes calculated to inspire terror in the bravest heart. The vast expanse of his forehead was outlined by a mass of straight hair, as black asjet.
'Are you coming nearer, or not?' the man said at length impatiently.
Julien advanced with an uncertain step, and at length, ready to fall tothe ground and paler than he had ever been in his life, came to a halt afew feet away from the little table of white wood covered with scraps22 ofpaper.
'Nearer,' said the man.
Julien advanced farther, stretching out his hand as though in search ofsomething to lean upon.
'Your name?'
'Julien Sorel.'
'You are very late,' said the other, once more fastening upon him a terrible eye.
Julien could not endure this gaze; putting out his hand as though tosupport himself, he fell full length upon the floor.
The man rang a bell. Julien had lost only his sense of vision and thestrength to move; he could hear footsteps approaching.
He was picked up and placed in the little armchair of white wood. Heheard the terrible man say to the porter:
'An epileptic, evidently; I might have known it.'
When Julien was able to open his eyes, the man with the red face wasagain writing; the porter had vanished. 'I must have courage,' our herotold himself, 'and above all hide my feelings.' He felt a sharp pain at hisheart. 'If I am taken ill, heaven knows what they will think of me.' Atlength the man stopped writing, and with a sidelong glance at Julienasked:
'Are you in a fit state to answer my questions?'
'Yes, Sir,' said Julien in a feeble voice.
'Ah! That is fortunate.'
The man in black had half risen and was impatiently seeking for a letter in the drawer of his table of firwood which opened with a creak. Hefound it, slowly resumed his seat, and once more gazing at Julien, withan air which seemed to wrest23 from him the little life that remained tohim:
'You are recommended to me by M. Chelan, who was the best cure inthe diocese, a good man if ever there was one, and my friend for the lastthirty years.'
'Ah! It is M. Pirard that I have the honour to address,' said Julien in afeeble voice.
'So it seems,' said the Director of the Seminary, looking sourly at him.
The gleam in his little eyes brightened, followed by an involuntary jerkof the muscles round his mouth. It was the physiognomy of a tiger relishing24 in anticipation25 the pleasure of devouring26 its prey27.
'Chelan's letter is short,' he said, as though speaking to himself.
'Intelligenti pauca; in these days, one cannot write too little.' He readaloud:
'"I send you Julien Sorel, of this parish, whom I baptised nearly twentyyears ago; his father is a wealthy carpenter but allows him nothing. Julien will be a noteworthy labourer in the Lord's vineyard. Memory, intelligence are not wanting, he has the power of reflection. Will his vocationlast? Is it sincere?"'
'Sincere!' repeated the abbe Pirard with an air of surprise, gazing atJulien; but this time the abbe's gaze was less devoid28 of all trace of humanity. 'Sincere!' he repeated, lowering his voice and returning to theletter:
'"I ask you for a bursary for Julien; he will qualify for it by undergoingthe necessary examinations. I have taught him a little divinity, that oldand sound divinity of Bossuet, Arnault, Fleury. If the young man is notto your liking29, send him back to me; the Governor of our Poorhouse,whom you know well, offers him eight hundred francs to come as tutorto his children. Inwardly I am calm, thank God. I am growing accustomed to the terrible blow. Vale et me ama."'
The abbe Pirard, relaxing the speed of his utterance30 as he came to thesignature, breathed with a sigh the word 'Chelan.'
'He is calm,' he said; 'indeed, his virtue31 deserved that reward; Godgrant it to me, when my time comes!'
He looked upwards32 and made the sign of the Cross. At the sight ofthis holy symbol Julien felt a slackening of the profound horror which,from his entering the building, had frozen him.
'I have here three hundred and twenty-one aspirants33 for the holiest ofcallings,' the abbe Pirard said at length, in a severe but not hostile tone;'only seven or eight have been recommended to me by men like the abbeChelan; thus among the three hundred and twenty-one you will be theninth. But my protection is neither favour nor weakness, it is an increaseof precaution and severity against vice35. Go and lock that door.'
Julien made an effort to walk and managed not to fall. He noticed thata little window, near the door by which he had entered, commanded aview of the country. He looked at the trees; the sight of them did himgood, as though he had caught sight of old friends.
'Loquerisne linguam latinam? (Do you speak Latin?)' the abbe Pirardasked him as he returned.
'Ita, pater optime (Yes, excellent Father),' replied Julien, who was beginning to come to himself. Certainly nobody in the world had appeared tohim less excellent than M. Pirard, during the last half-hour.
The conversation continued in Latin. The expression in the abbe's eyesgrew gentler; Julien recovered a certain coolness. 'How weak I am,' hethought, 'to let myself be imposed upon by this show of virtue! This manwill be simply a rascal36 like M. Maslon'; and Julien congratulated himselfon having hidden almost all his money in his boots.
The abbe Pirard examined Julien in theology, and was surprised bythe extent of his knowledge. His astonishment37 increased when he questioned him more particularly on the Holy Scriptures38. But when he cameto questions touching39 the doctrine40 of the Fathers, he discovered that Julien barely knew the names of Saint Jerome, Saint Augustine, SaintBonaventure, Saint Basil, etc., etc.
'In fact,' thought the abbe Pirard, 'here is another instance of that fataltendency towards Protestantism which I have always had to rebuke41 inChelan. A thorough, a too thorough acquaintance with the HolyScriptures.'
(Julien had just spoken to him, without having been questioned on thesubject, of the true date of authorship of Genesis, the Pentateuch, etc.)'To what does all this endless discussion of the Holy Scriptures lead,'
thought the abbe Pirard, 'if not to private judgment42, that is to say to themost fearful Protestantism? And, in conjunction with this rash learning,nothing about the Fathers that can compensate43 for this tendency.'
But the astonishment of the Director of the Seminary knew no boundswhen, questioning Julien as to the authority of the Pope, and expectingthe maxims44 of the ancient Gallican church, he heard the young man repeat the whole of M. de Maistre's book.
'A strange man, Chelan,' thought the abbe Pirard; 'has he given himthis book to teach him to laugh at it?'
In vain did he question Julien, trying to discover whether he seriouslybelieved the doctrine of M. de Maistre. The young man could answerhim only by rote34. From this moment, Julien was really admirable, he feltthat he was master of himself. After a prolonged examination it seemedto him that M. Pirard's severity towards him was no more than an affectation. Indeed, but for the rule of austere45 gravity which, for the last fifteenyears, he had imposed on himself in dealing46 with his pupils in theology,the Director of the Seminary would have embraced Julien in the name of logic47, such clarity, precision, and point did he find in the young man'sanswers.
'This is a bold and healthy mind,' he said to himself, 'but corpus debile(a frail48 body).
'Do you often fall like that?' he asked Julien in French, pointing withhis finger to the floor.
'It was the first time in my life; the sight of the porter's face paralysedme,' Julien explained, colouring like a child.
The abbe Pirard almost smiled.
'Such is the effect of the vain pomps of this world; you are evidentlyaccustomed to smiling faces, positive theatres of falsehood. The truth isaustere, Sir. But is not our task here below austere also? You will have tosee that your conscience is on its guard against this weakness: Unduesensibility to vain outward charms.
'Had you not been recommended to me,' said the abbe Pirard, returning with marked pleasure to the Latin tongue, 'had you not been recommended to me by a man such as the abbe Chelan, I should address youin the vain language of this world to which it appears that you are toowell accustomed. The entire bursary for which you apply is, I may tellyou, the hardest thing in the world to obtain. But the abbe Chelan hasearned little, by fifty-six years of apostolic labours, if he cannot disposeof a bursary at the Seminary.'
After saying these words, the abbe Pirard advised Julien not to joinany secret society or congregation without his consent.
'I give you my word of honour,' said Julien with the heartfelt warmthof an honest man.
The Director of the Seminary smiled for the first time.
'That expression is not in keeping here,' he told him; 'it is too suggestive of the vain honour of men of the world, which leads them into somany errors and often into crime. You owe me obedience49 in virtue of theseventeenth paragraph of the Bull Unam Ecclesiam of Saint Pius V. I amyour ecclesiastical superior. In this house to hear, my dearly beloved son,is to obey. How much money have you?'
('Now we come to the point,' thought Julien, 'this is the reason of the"dearly beloved son".')'Thirty-five francs, Father.'
'Keep a careful note of how you spend your money; you will have toaccount for it to me.'
This exhausting interview had lasted three hours. Julien was told tosummon the porter.
'Put Julien Sorel in cell number 103,' the abbe Pirard told the man.
As a special favour, he was giving Julien a room to himself.
'Take up his trunk,' he added.
Julien lowered his eyes and saw his trunk staring him in the face; hehad been looking at it for three hours and had never seen it.
On arriving at No. 103, which was a tiny room eight feet square on thehighest floor of the building, Julien observed that it looked out towardsthe ramparts, beyond which one saw the smiling plain which the Doubsdivides from the city.
'What a charming view!' exclaimed Julien; in speaking thus to himselfhe was not conscious of the feeling implied by his words. The violentsensations he had experienced in the short time that he had spent in Besancon had completely drained his strength. He sat down by the windowon the solitary50 wooden chair that was in his cell, and at once fell into aprofound slumber51. He did not hear the supper bell, nor that for Benediction52; he had been forgotten.
When the first rays of the sun awakened53 him next morning, he foundhimself lying upon the floor.
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