Червоне та чорне

The Ball

           Herennuihadvanished.

           "Theyarenotscoundrels,"repliedCountAltamira."Italktoyouaboutmyselfinordertogiveyouavividimpression.LookatthePrinceofAraceli.Hecastshiseyesonhisgoldenfleeceeveryfiveminutes;hecannotgetoverthepleasureofseeingthatdecorationonhisbreast.Inrealitythepoormanisreallyananachronism.Thefleecewasasignalhonourahundredyearsago,buthewouldhavebeennowherenearitinthosedays.Butnowadays,sofaraspeopleofbirthareconcerned,youhavetobeanAracelitobedelightedwithit.Hehadawholetownhangedinordertogetit."

           "Isthatthepricehehadtopay?"saidJulienanxiously.

           "Notexactly,"answeredAltamiracoldly,"heprobablyhadaboutthirtyrichlandedproprietorsinhisdistrictwhohadthereputationofbeingLiberalsthrownintotheriver."

           "Whatamonster!"pursuedJulien.

           MademoiselledelaMolewhowasleaningherheadforwardwithkeenestinterestwassonearhimthatherbeautifulhairalmosttouchedhisshoulder.

           "Youareveryyoung,"answeredAltamira."IwastellingyouthatIhadamarriedsisterinProvence.Sheisstillpretty,goodandgentle;sheisanexcellentmother,performsallherdutiesfaithfully,ispiousbutnotabigot."

           "Whatishedrivingat?"thoughtmademoiselledelaMole.

           "Sheishappy,"continuedthecomteAltamira;"shewassoin1815.IwastheninhidingatherhouseonherestateneartheAntibes.WellthemomentshelearntofmarshallNey’sexecutionshebegantodance."

           "Isitpossible?"saidJulien,thunderstruck.

           "It’spartyspirit,"repliedAltamira.

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