Красное и черное

Ambition

           SofarthisyoungmanonlyknowsLatinandtheHolyScriptures,butitisnotimpossiblethathewillonedayexhibitgreattalent,eitherforpreachingortheguidingofsouls.Idonotknowwhathewilldo,buthehasthesacredfire.Hemaygofar.IthoughtofgivinghimtoourBishop,ifwehadeverhadonewhowasalittleofyourwayofconsideringmenandthings."

           "Whatisyouryoungman’sextraction?"saidtheMarquis.

           "Heissaidtobethesonofacarpenterinourmountains.Iratherbelieveheisthenaturalsonofsomerichman.Ihaveseenhimreceiveananonymousorpseudonymousletterwithabillforfivehundredfrancs."

           "Oh,itisJulienSorel,"saidtheMarquis.

           "Howdoyouknowhisname?"saidtheabbé,inastonishment,reddeningathisquestion.

           "That’swhatI’mnotgoingtotellyou,"answeredtheMarquis.

           "Well,"repliedtheabbé,"youmighttrymakinghimyoursecretary.Hehasenergy.Hehasalogicalmind.Inaword,it’sworthtrying."

           "Whynot?"saidtheMarquis."ButwouldhebethekindofmantoallowhispalmtobegreasedbythePrefectofPoliceoranyoneelseandthenspyonme?Thatisonlymyobjection."

           AfterhearingthefavourableassurancesoftheabbéPirard,theMarquistookathousandfrancnote.

           "SendthisjourneymoneytoJulienSorel.Lethimcometome."

           "Oneseesatonce,"saidtheabbéPirard,"thatyouliveinParis.Youdonotknowthetyrannywhichweighsuspoorprovincialsdown,andparticularlythosepriestswhoarenotfriendlytotheJesuits.TheywillrefusetoletJulienSorelleave.Theywillmanagetocloakthemselvesinthemostcleverexcuses.

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