Last AdieuxAn hour later, when he was fast asleep, he was awakened1 by the tearswhich he felt trickling2 over his hand. 'Ah! Mathilde again,' he thought tohimself, half awake. 'She has come, faithful to her theory, to attack myresolve by force of tender sentiments.' Irritated by the prospect3 of thisfresh scene in the pathetic manner, he did not open his eyes. The lines ofBelphegor flying from his wife came into his mind.
He heard a strange sigh; he opened his eyes; it was Madame de Renal.
'Ah! Do I see you again before my death? Is it a phantom4?' he cried, ashe flung himself at her feet.
'But forgive me, Madame, I am nothing but a murderer in your eyes,'
he at once added, regaining5 his composure.
'Sir, … I have come to implore6 you to appeal, I know that you do notwish to … ' She was choked by her sobs7; she was unable to speak.
'Deign to forgive me.'
'If you wish me to forgive you,' she said to him, rising and throwingherself into his arms, 'appeal at once from the sentence of death.'
Julien covered her with kisses.
'Will you come and see me every day during the next two months?'
'I swear it to you. Every day, unless my husband forbids me.'
'Then I sign!' cried Julien. 'What! You forgive me! Is it possible?'
He clasped her in his arms; he was mad. She uttered a faint cry.
'It is nothing,' she told him, 'you hurt me.'
'In your shoulder,' cried Julien, bursting into tears. He stepped backfrom her, and covered her hand with burning kisses. 'Who would everhave said, last time I saw you, in your bedroom, at Verrieres … ?'
'Who would ever have said then that I should write M. de La Molethat infamous9 letter … ?'
'Know that I have always loved you, that I have never loved anyonebut you.'
'Is it really possible?' cried Madame de Renal, equally enraptured10. Shebowed herself over Julien, who was kneeling at her feet, and for a longtime they wept in silence.
At no time in his life had Julien experienced such a moment.
After a long interval12, when they were able to speak:
'And that young Madame Michele!' said Madame de Renal, 'or ratherthat Mademoiselle de La Mole8; for I am beginning really to believe thisstrange tale!'
'It is true only in appearance,' replied Julien. 'She is my wife, but she isnot my mistress … '
And, each interrupting the other a hundred times, they managed withdifficulty, each of them, to tell what the other did not know. The lettersent to M. de La Mole had been written by the young priest who directedMadame de Renal's conscience, and then copied out by her. 'What a terrible crime religion has made me commit!' she said to him; 'though I didmodify the worst passages in the letter… .'
Julien's transports of joy proved to her how completely he forgave her.
Never had he been so madly in love.
'And yet I regard myself as pious,' Madame de Renal told him in thecourse of their conversation. 'I believe sincerely in God; I believe equally,indeed it has been proved to me, that the crime I am committing is fearful, and yet, as soon as I set eyes on you, even after you have fired at metwice with a pistol… ' Here, in spite of her resistance, Julien covered herwith kisses.
'Let me alone,' she went on, 'I wish to argue with you, before I forget … As soon as I set eyes on you, all sense of duty vanishes, there isnothing left of me but love for you, or rather love is too feeble a word. Ifeel for you what I ought to feel only for God: a blend of respect, love,obedience … In truth, I do not know what feeling you inspire in me.
Were you to bid me thrust a knife into your gaoler, the crime would becommitted before I had had time to think. Explain this to me in simpleterms before I leave you, I wish to see clearly into my own heart; for intwo months we must part … For that matter, need we part?' she said,with a smile.
'I take back my word,' cried Julien, springing to his feet; 'I shall not appeal from the sentence of death, if by poison, knife, pistol, charcoal13 or any other means whatsoever14, you seek to put an end to, or to endangeryour life.'
Madame de Renal's expression altered suddenly; the warmest affection gave place to a profound abstraction.
'If we were to die at once?' she said to him at length.
'Who knows what we shall find in our next life?' replied Julien;'torments perhaps, perhaps nothing at all. Can we not spend two monthstogether in a delicious manner? Two months, that is ever so many days.
Never shall I have been so happy.'
'You will never have been so happy?'
'Never,' replied Julien with rapture11, 'and I am speaking to you as Ispeak to myself. Heaven preserve me from exaggeration.'
'To speak so is to command me,' she said with a timid and melancholysmile.
'Very well! You swear, by the love that you bear me, not to attemptyour life by any direct means, or indirect means … Remember,' he added, 'that you are compelled to live for my son, whom Mathilde willabandon to the care of servants as soon as she is Marquise de Croisenois.'
'I swear,' she replied coldly, 'but I mean to take away with me your appeal written and signed by your hand. I shall go myself to the Attorney-General.'
'Take care, you will compromise yourself.'
'After coming publicly to see you in prison, I am for ever, for Besanconand the whole of the Franche-Comte, a heroine of anecdotes,' she saidwith an air of profound distress16. 'I have gone beyond the last limits ofmodesty … I am a woman who has forfeited17 her honour; it is true that itwas for your sake … '
Her tone was so melancholy15 that Julien embraced her with a happiness that was quite new to him. It was no longer the intoxication18 of love,it was extreme gratitude19. He had just realised, for the first time, the fullextent of the sacrifice that she had made for him.
Some charitable soul doubtless informed M. de Renal of the long visitswhich his wife was paying to Julien's prison; for, after three days, he senthis carriage for her, with express orders that she was to return immediately to Verrieres.
This cruel parting had begun the day ill for Julien. He was informed,two or three hours later, that a certain intriguing20 priest, who for all that had not succeeded in making any headway among the Jesuits of Besancon, had taken his stand that morning outside the gate of the prison, inthe street. It was raining hard, and outside there the man was trying topose as a martyr21. Julien was out of temper, this piece of foolishnessmoved him profoundly.
That morning he had already refused a visit from the priest, but theman had made up his mind to hear Julien's confession22, and to make aname for himself among the young women of Besancon, on the strengthof all the confidences which he would pretend to have received.
He declared in a loud voice that he was going to remain day and nightat the gate of the prison: 'God has sent me to touch the heart of this otherapostate.' And the lower orders, always curious spectators of a scene,began to assemble in crowds.
'Yes, my brethren,' he said to them, 'I shall spend the day here, and thenight, and every day and night from now onwards. The Holy Spirit hasspoken to me. I have a mission from on high; it is I that am to save thesoul of young Sorel. Join with me in my prayers,' etc., etc.
Julien had a horror of scandal, and of anything that might attract attention to himself. He thought of seizing the opportunity to escape from theworld unknown; but he had still some hope of seeing Madame de Renalagain, and was desperately24 in love.
The gate of the prison was situated25 in one of the most frequentedstreets. The thought of that mud-bespattered priest, drawing a crowdand creating a scandal, was torture to his soul. 'And, without a doubt, atevery instant he is repeating my name!' This moment was more painfulthan death itself.
He called two or three times, at intervals26 of an hour, for a turnkey whowas devoted27 to him, to send him out to see whether the priest were stillat the gate of the prison.
'Sir, he is on both his knees in the mud,' was the turnkey's invariableanswer; 'he is praying aloud, and repeating Litanies for your soul.' 'Theimpertinent fellow!' thought Julien. At that moment, indeed, he heard adull roar, it was the crowd responding to the Litany. To increase his impatience28, he saw the turnkey move his lips as he repeated the Latinwords. 'They are beginning to say,' the turnkey added, 'that your heartmust indeed be hardened if you refuse the succour of this holy man.'
'O my country! How barbarous you still are!' cried Julien in a frenzy29 ofrage. And he continued his reasoning aloud, without a thought of theturnkey's presence.
'The man wants an article in the paper, and now he is certain of obtaining it.
'Oh, cursed provincials30! In Paris, I should not have been subjected toall these vexations. They are more adept31 there in charlatanism32.
'Let this holy priest come in,' he said at length to the turnkey, and thesweat trickled33 in great drops from his brow. The turnkey made the signof the Cross, and left the cell radiant.
The holy priest proved to be hideously34 ugly, and was even more foulwith mud. The cold rain outside intensified35 the darkness and dampnessof the cell. The priest tried to embrace Julien, and began to show emotionas he spoke23 to him. The vilest36 hypocrisy37 was all too evident; never in hislife had Julien been in such a rage.
A quarter of an hour after the priest had entered, Julien found himselfa complete coward. For the first time death appeared to him horrible. Hethought of the state of putrefaction38 in which his body would be two daysafter his execution, etc., etc.
He was on the point of betraying himself by some sign of weakness, orof flinging himself upon the priest and strangling him with his chain,when it occurred to him to beg the holy man to go and say a good forty-franc mass for him, that very day.
As it was almost midday, the priest decamped.
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