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An Evening in the Country

           deRênal,whoissogreatanultra,andisnowinastateofirritation,and,tocompletemyimprudence,lineswritteninmyownhandwritingonthewhitecardboardbehindtheportrait,lines,too,whichcanleavenodoubtonthescoreofmyexcessiveadmiration.Andeachofthesetransportsofloveisdated.Therewasonethedaybeforeyesterday."

           "Allmyreputationcollapsedandshatteredinamoment,"saidJulientohimselfashewatchedtheboxburn,"andmyreputationismyonlyasset.ItisallIhavetolivebyandwhatalifeto,byheaven!"

           Anhourafterwards,thisfatigue,togetherwiththepitywhichhefeltforhimselfmadehiminclinedtobemoretender.HemetMadamedeRênalandtookherhand,whichhekissedwithmoresinceritythanhehadeverdonebefore.SheblushedwithhappinessandalmostsimultaneouslyrebuffedJulienwithalltheangerofjealousy.Julien’spridewhichhadbeensorecentlywoundedmadehimactfoolishlyatthisjuncture.HesawinMadamedeRênalnothingbutarichwoman,hedisdainfullyletherhandfallandwentaway.Hewentandwalkedaboutmeditativelyinthegarden.Soonabittersmileappearedonhislips.

           "HereIamwalkingaboutasserenelyasamanwhoismasterofhisowntime.Iamnotbotheringaboutthechildren!IamexposingmyselftoM.deRênal’shumiliatingremarks,andhewillbequiteright."Herantothechildren’sroom.Thecaressesoftheyoungestchild,whomhelovedverymuch,somewhatcalmedhisagony.

           "Hedoesnotdespisemeyet,"thoughtJulien

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