Красное и черное

A Storm

           Hehadscarcelybeenmadealieutenantasamatteroffavour(andthatonlytwodaysago)thanhebegantocalculatethatifhewastobecomecommander-in-chiefatthirty,likeallthegreatgenerals,thenhemustbemorethanalieutenantattwenty-threeatthelatest.Hethoughtaboutnothingexceptfameandhisson.

           ItwasinthemidstoftheecstasiesofthemostreinlessambitionthathewassurprisedbythearrivalofayoungvaletfromtheHôteldelaMole,whohadcomewithaletter.

           "Allislost,"wroteMathildetohim:"Rushhereasquicklyaspossible,sacrificeeverything,desertifnecessary.Assoonasyouhavearrived,waitformeinafiacrenearthelittlegardendoor,nearNo.ofthestreetIwillcomeandspeaktoyou:Ishallperhapsbeabletointroduceyouintothegarden.Allislost,andIamafraidthereisnowayout;countonme;youwillfindmestaunchandfirminadversity.Iloveyou."

           Afewminutesafterwards,Julienobtainedafurloughfromthecolonel,andleftStrasbourgatfullgallop.ButtheawfulanxietywhichdevouredhimdidnotallowhimtocontinuethismethodoftravelbeyondMetz.Heflunghimselfintoapost-chaise,andarrivedwithanalmostincrediblerapidityattheindicatedspot,nearthelittlegardendooroftheHôteldelaMole.Thedooropened,andMathilde,obliviousofallhumanconventions,rushedintohisarms.Fortunately,itwasonlyfiveo’clockinthemorning,andthestreetwasstilldeserted.

           "Allislost.Myfather,fearingmytears,leftThursdaynight.Nobodyknowswherefor?Buthereishisletter:readit.

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