A Storm

           

           Hismindwasengrossed;heonlyhalfansweredtheeagertendernessthatsheshowedtohim.Heremainedgloomyandtaciturn.HehadneverseemedsogreatandsoadorableinMathilde’seyes.Shewasapprehensiveofsomesubtletwistofhispridewhichwouldspoilthewholesituation.

           ShesawtheabbéPirardcometothehôtelnearlyeverymorning.MightnotJulienhavedivinedsomethingofherfather’sintentionsthroughhim?Mightnotthemarquishimselfhavewrittentohiminamomentarycaprice.WhatwastheexplanationofJulien’ssternmannerfollowingonsogreatahappiness?Shedidnotdaretoquestion.

           ShedidnotdaresheMathilde!FromthatmomentherfeelingsforJuliencontainedacertainvagueandunexpectedelementwhichwasalmostpanic.ThisaridsoulexperiencedallthepassionpossibleinanindividualwhohasbeenbroughtupamidthatexcessivecivilisationwhichParissomuchadmires.

           EarlyonthefollowingdayJulienwasatthehouseoftheabbéPirard.Somepost-horseswerearrivinginthecourtyardwithadilapidatedchaisewhichhadbeenhiredataneighbouringstation.

           "Avehiclelikethatisoutoffashion,"saidthesternabbétohimmorosely."HerearetwentythousandfrancswhichM.delaMolemakesyouagiftof.Heinsistsonyourspendingthemwithinayear,butatthesametimewantsyoutotrytolookaslittleridiculousaspossible."(Thepriestregardedflingingawaysosubstantialasumonayoungmanassimplyanopportunityforsin).

           "Themarquisaddsthis:’M.

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