The Day After

           

           Heturnedhislipstohersandwithhishand

           Calledbackthetanglesofherwanderinghair.

           DonJuan,c.I,st.170.

           HappilyforJulien’sfame,MadamedeRênalhadbeentooagitatedandtooastonishedtoappreciatethestupidityofthemanwhohadinasinglemomentbecomethewholetoworldher.

           "Oh,myGod!"shesaidtoherself,asshepressedhimtoretirewhenshesawthedawnbreak,"ifmyhusbandhasheardthenoise,Iamlost."Julien,whohadhadthetimetomakeupsomephrases,rememberedthisone,

           "Wouldyouregretyourlife?"

           "Oh,verymuchatamomentlikethis,butIshouldnotregrethavingknownyou."

           Julienthoughtitincumbentonhisdignitytogobacktohisroominbroaddaylightandwithdeliberateimprudence.

           Thecontinuousattentionwithwhichhekeptonstudyinghisslightestactionswiththeabsurdideaofappearingamanofexperiencehadonlyoneadvantage.WhenhesawMadamedeRênalagainatbreakfasthisconductwasamasterpieceofprudence.

           Asforher,shecouldnotlookathimwithoutblushinguptotheeyes,andcouldnotliveamomentwithoutlookingathim.Sherealisedherownnervousness,andhereffortstohideitredoubled.Julienonlyliftedhiseyestowardsheronce.AtfirstMadamedeRênaladmiredhisprudence:soonseeingthatthissinglelookwasnotrepealed,shebecamealarmed."Coulditbethathedoesnotloveme?"shesaidtoherself."Alas!Iamquiteoldforhim.Iamtenyearsolderthanheis."

           Asshepassedfromthedining-roomtothegarden,shepressedJulien’shand.

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