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The Opera-Bouffe

           Intheeveningwhenshepassedfromthedining-roomintothesalon,however,shemanagedtosaytoJulien:"YoumaybethinkingIammakinganexcuse,butmammahasjustdecidedthatoneofherwomenistospendthenightinmyroom."

           Thisdaypassedwithlightningrapidity.Julienwasatthezenithofhappiness.Atseveno’clockinthemorningofthefollowingdayheinstalledhimselfinthelibrary.HehopedthemademoiselledelaMolewoulddeigntoappearthere;hehadwrittenheraninterminableletter.Heonlysawherseveralhoursafterwardsatbreakfast.Herhairwasdoneto-daywiththeverygreatestcare;amarvellousarthadmanagedtohidetheplacewherethehairhadbeencut.ShelookedatJulienonceortwice,buthereyeswerepoliteandcalm,andtherewasnoquestionofcallinghim"MyMaster."

           Julien’sastonishmentpreventedhimfrombreathingMathildewasreproachingherselfforallshehaddoneforhim.Aftermaturereflection,shehadcometotheconclusionthathewasapersonwho,thoughnotabsolutelycommonplace,wasyetnotsufficientlydifferentfromthecommonrucktodeserveallthestrangefolliesthatshehadventuredforhissake.Tosumupshedidnotgiveloveasinglethought;onthisparticulardayshewastiredofloving.

           AsforJulien,hisemotionswerethoseofachildofsixteen.Hewasasuccessivepreytoawfuldoubt,astonishmentanddespairduringthisbreakfastwhichhethoughtwouldneverend.

           Assoonashecoulddecentlygetupfromthetable,heflewratherthanrantothestable,saddledhishorsehimself,andgallopedoff

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