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The Discussion

           "Speak,monsieur,"hesaidtohim.

           Thesilencewasprofound,alleyeswerefixedonJulien.Herecitedsowellthatthedukesaidattheendoftwentylines,"Thatisenough."Thelittlemanwholookedlikeaboarsatdown.Hewasthepresident,forhehadscarcelytakenhisplacebeforeheshowedJulienacard-tableandsignedtohimtobringitnearhim.Julienestablishedhimselfatitwithwritingmaterials.Hecountedtwelvepersonsseatedroundthegreentablecloth.

           "M.Sorel,"saidtheDuke,"retireintonextroom,youwillbecalled."

           Themasterofthehousebegantolookveryanxious."Theshuttersarenotshut,"hesaidtohisneighbourinasemi-whisper."Itisnogoodlookingoutofthewindow,"hestupidlycriedtoJulien"sohereIammoreorlessmixedupinaconspiracy,"thoughtthelatter."FortunatelyitisnotoneofthosewhichleadtothePlace-de-Grève.Eventhoughthereweredanger,Iowethisandevenmoretothemarquis,andshouldbegladtobegiventhechanceofmakingupforallthesorrowwhichmymadnessmayonedayoccasionhim."

           Whilethinkingofhisownmadnessandhisownunhappinessheregardedtheplacewherehewas,insuchawayastoimprintituponhismemoryforever.Hethenrememberedforthefirsttimethathehadneverheardthelackeytellthenameofthestreet,andthatthemarquishadtakenafiacrewhichheneverdidintheordinaryway.Julienwaslefttohisownreflectionsforalongtime.Hewasinasalonupholsteredinredvelvetwithlargepiecesofgoldlace.Alargeivorycrucifixwasontheconsole-tableandagilt-edged,magnificentlyboundcopyofM.

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