Making Her AfraidSo this is the fine miracle of your civilisation1! You have turnedlove into an ordinary matter.
BARNAVEJulien hurried to Madame de La Mole2's box. His eyes met first the tearful eyes of Mathilde; she was weeping without restraint, there was noone present but people of minor3 importance, the friend who had lentthem the box and some men of her acquaintance. Mathilde laid her handupon Julien's; she seemed to have forgotten all fear of her mother. Almost stifled4 by her sobs5, she said nothing to him but the single word:
'Guarantees!'
'Whatever I do, I must not speak to her,' thought Julien, greatly movedhimself, and covering his eyes as best he could with his hand, ostensiblyto avoid the lustre6 that was blazing into the boxes on the third tier. 'If Ispeak, she can no longer doubt the intensity7 of my emotion, the sound ofmy voice will betray me, all may be lost once more.'
His struggles were far more painful than in the morning, his spirit hadhad time to grow disturbed. He was afraid of seeing Mathilde's vanitywounded. Frantic8 with love and passion, he pledged himself not tospeak to her.
This is, to my mind, one of the finest traits of his character; a personcapable of such an effort to control himself may go far, si fata sinant.
Mademoiselle de La Mole insisted upon taking Julien home. Fortunately it was raining in torrents9. But the Marquise made him sit facingherself, talked to him continuously, and prevented his saying a word toher daughter. One would have thought that the Marquise was concernedfor Julien's happiness; no longer afraid of destroying everything by theintensity of his emotion, he abandoned himself to it with frenzy10.
Dare I say that on entering his own room Julien threw himself on hisknees and covered with kisses the love letters given him by PrinceKorasoff?
'Oh, you great man! What do I not owe to you?' he cried in his frenzy.
Gradually a little coolness returned to him. He compared himself to ageneral who had just won the first half of a great battle. 'The advantageis certain, immense,' he said to himself; 'but what is going to happen tomorrow? An instant may ruin everything.'
He opened with a passionate11 impulse the Memoirs12 dictated13 at SaintHelena by Napoleon, and for two solid hours forced himself to read them;his eyes alone read the words, no matter, he forced himself to the task.
During this strange occupation, his head and heart, rising to the level ofeverything that is most great, were at work without his knowledge. 'Thisis a very different heart from Madame de Renal's,' he said to himself, buthe went no farther.
'Make her afraid,' he cried of a sudden, flinging the book from him.
'The enemy will obey me only so long as I make him fear me, then hewill not dare to despise me.'
He paced up and down his little room, wild with joy. To be frank, thishappiness was due to pride rather than love.
'Make her afraid!' he repeated proudly to himself, and he had reasonto be proud. 'Even in her happiest moments, Madame de Renal alwaysdoubted whether my love were equal to hers. Here, it is a demon14 that Iam conquering, I must therefore conquer.'
He knew well that next morning, by eight o'clock, Mathilde would bein the library; he did not appear there until nine, burning with love, buthis head controlled his heart. Not a single minute passed, perhaps,without his repeating to himself: 'Always keep her mind occupied withthe great uncertainty15: "Does he love me?" Her privileged position, theflattery she receives from all who speak to her make her a little too muchinclined to self-assurance.'
He found her pale, calm, seated upon the divan16, but incapable17, apparently18, of making any movement. She offered him her hand.
'Dear, I have offended you, it is true; you are perhaps vexed19 with me?'
Julien was not expecting so simple a tone. He was on the point of betraying himself.
'You wish for guarantees, dear,' she went on after a silence which shehad hoped to see broken; 'that is only fair. Carry me off, let us start for London. I shall be ruined for ever, disgraced … ' She found the courageto withdraw her hand from Julien so as to hide her eyes with it. All thesentiments of modesty20 and feminine virtue21 had returned to her heart …'Very well! Disgrace me,' she said at length with a sigh, 'it is a guarantee.'
'Yesterday I was happy, because I had the courage to be severe withmyself,' thought Julien. After a brief interval22 of silence, he gained sufficient mastery over his heart to say in an icy tone:
'Once we are on the road to London, once you are disgraced, to useyour own words, who can promise me that you will love me? That mycompany in the post-chaise will not seem to you an annoyance23? I am nota monster, to have ruined your reputation will be to me only an additional grief. It is not your position in society that is the obstacle, it is unfortunately your own nature. Can you promise yourself that you willlove me for a week?
'(Ah! Let her love me for a week, for a week only,' Julien murmured tohimself, 'and I shall die of joy. What do I care for the future, what do Icare for life itself? And this divine happiness may begin at this moment ifI choose, it depends entirely24 upon myself!)'
Mathilde saw him turn pensive25.
'So I am altogether unworthy of you,' she said, clasping his hand.
Julien embraced her, but at once the iron hand of duty gripped hisheart. 'If she sees how I adore her, then I lose her.' And, before withdrawing himself from her arms, he had resumed all the dignity that befits a man.
On that day and the days that followed, he managed to conceal26 the intensity of his bliss27; there were moments in which he denied himself eventhe pleasure of clasping her in his arms.
At other moments, the frenzy of happiness swept aside all the counselsof prudence28.
It was beside a bower29 of honeysuckle arranged so as to hide the ladder, in the garden, that he was accustomed to take his stand in order togaze at the distant shutters31 of Mathilde's window and lament32 her inconstancy. An oak of great size stood close by, and the trunk of this tree prevented him from being seen by indiscreet persons.
As he passed with Mathilde by this spot which recalled to him sovividly the intensity of his grief, the contrast between past despair andpresent bliss was too strong for him; tears flooded his eyes, and, carryingto his lips the hand of his mistress: 'Here I lived while I thought of you; from here I gazed at that shutter30, I awaited for hours on end the fortunate moment when I should see this hand open it … '
He gave way completely. He portrayed33 to her, in those true colourswhich one does not invent, the intensity of his despair at that time. Inspasmodic utterances34 he spoke35 of his present happiness which had putan end to that cruel suffering …'What am I doing, Great God!' said Julien, coming suddenly to hissenses. 'I am destroying everything.'
In the height of his alarm he thought he already saw less love in theeyes of Mademoiselle de La Mole. This was an illusion; but Julien's facechanged rapidly and was flooded with a deathly pallor. His eyes grewdull for a moment, and an expression of arrogance36 not devoid37 of malicesucceeded that of the most sincere, the most whole-hearted love.
'Why, what is the matter with you, dear?' Mathilde tenderly, anxiouslyinquired.
'I am lying,' said Julien savagely38, 'and I am lying to you. I reproachmyself for it, and yet God knows that I respect you sufficiently39 not to lie.
You love me, you are devoted40 to me, and I have no need to make finespeeches in order to please you.'
'Great God! They were only fine speeches, all the exquisite41 things youhave been saying to me for the last ten minutes?'
'And I reproach myself for them strongly, dear friend. I made them uplong ago for a woman who loved me and used to bore me … That is theweak spot in my character, I denounce myself to you, forgive me.'
Bitter tears streamed down Mathilde's cheeks.
'Whenever some trifle that has shocked me sets me dreaming for a moment,' Julien went on, 'my execrable memory, which I could curse at thismoment, offers me a way of escape, and I abuse it.'
'So I have unconsciously done something that has displeased42 you?'
said Mathilde with a charming simplicity43.
'One day, I remember, as you passed by these honeysuckles, youplucked a flower, M. de Luz took it from you, and you let him keep it. Iwas close beside you.'
'M. de Luz? It is impossible,' replied Mathilde with the dignity thatcame so naturally to her: 'I never behave like that.'
'I am certain of it,' Julien at once rejoined.
'Ah, well! Then it must be true, dear,' said Mathilde, lowering her eyessadly. She was positive that for many months past she had never allowed M. de Luz to take any such liberty.
Julien gazed at her with an inexpressible tenderness:
'No,' he said to himself, 'she does not love me any the less.'
She rebuked44 him that evening, with a laugh, for his fondness for Madame de Fervaques: a bourgeois45 in love with a parvenue. 'Hearts of thatclass are perhaps the only ones that my Julien cannot inflame46. She hasturned you into a regular dandy,' she said, playing with his hair.
During the period in which he supposed himself to be scorned byMathilde, Julien had become one of the best-dressed men in Paris. But hehad an additional advantage over the other men of this sort; once his toilet was performed, he never gave it another thought.
One thing still vexed Mathilde. Julien continued to copy out the Russian letters, and to send them to the Marechale.
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