Червоне та чорне

The Hotel de La Mole

           

           "Good,"saidNorbert,"thereisoneofthespiesofmyfathergone;thereisonlythelittlelimpingNapierleft."

           "Canthatbethekeyoftheriddle?"thoughtJulien,"butifso,whydoesthemarquisreceiveM.Balland?"

           ThesternabbéPirardwasscowlinginacornerofthesalonlisteningtothelackeysannouncingthenames.

           "Thisisnothingmorethanaden,"hewassayinglikeanotherBasil,"Iseenonebutshadypeoplecomein."

           Asamatteroffactthesevereabbédidnotknowwhatconstituteshighsociety.ButhisfriendstheJansenites,hadgivenhimsomeveryprecisenotionsaboutthosemenwhoonlygetintosocietybyreasonoftheirextremesubtletyintheserviceofallparties,oroftheirmonstrouswealth.ForsomeminutesthateveningheansweredJulien’seagerquestionsfullyandfreely,andthensuddenlystoppedshortgrievedathavingalwaystosayillofeveryone,andthinkinghewasguiltyofasin.BiliousJansenistashewas,andbelievingashedidinthedutyofChristiancharity,hislifewasaperpetualconflict.

           "HowstrangethatabbéPirardlooks,"saidmademoiselledelaMole,asJuliencamenearthesofa.

           Julienfeltirritated,butshewasrightallthesame.M.Pirardwasunquestionablythemosthonestmaninthesalon,buthispimplyface,whichwassufferingfromthestingsofconscience,madehimlookhideousatthisparticularmoment.

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