Stendal Fullscreen Red and black (1827)

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Two Gentlemen of Verona. _____

One evening when the sun was setting, and he was sitting near his love, at the bottom of the orchard, far from all intruders, he meditated deeply.

"Will such sweet moments" he said to himself "last for ever?"

His soul was engrossed in the difficulty of deciding on a calling. He lamented that great attack of unhappiness which comes at the end of childhood and spoils the first years of youth in those who are not rich.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, "was not Napoleon the heaven-sent saviour for young Frenchmen?

Who is to replace him? What will those unfortunate youths do without him, who, even though they are richer than I am, have only just the few crowns necessary to procure an education for themselves, but have not at the age of twenty enough money to buy a man and advance themselves in their career."

"Whatever one does," he added, with a deep sigh, "this fatal memory will always prevent our being happy."

He suddenly saw Madame de Renal frown.

She assumed a cold and disdainful air. She thought his way of looking at things typical of a servant.

Brought up as she was with the idea that she was very rich, she took it for granted that Julien was so also.

She loved him a thousand times more than life and set no store by money.

Julien was far from guessing these ideas, but that frown brought him back to earth.

He had sufficient presence of mind to manipulate his phrases, and to give the noble lady who was sitting so near him on the grass seat to understand that the words he had just repeated had been heard by him during his journey to his friend the wood merchant.

It was the logic of infidels.

"Well, have nothing to do with those people," said Madame de Renal, still keeping a little of that icy air which had suddenly succeeded an expression of the warmest tenderness.

This frown, or rather his remorse for his own imprudence, was the first check to the illusion which was transporting Julien.

He said to himself, "She is good and sweet, she has a great fancy for me, but she has been brought up in the enemy's camp.

They must be particularly afraid of that class of men of spirit who, after a good education, have not enough money to take up a career.

What would become of those nobles if we had an opportunity of fighting them with equal arms.

Suppose me, for example, mayor of Verrieres, and as well meaning and honest as M. de Renal is at bottom.

What short shrift I should make of the vicaire, M. Valenod and all their jobberies!

How justice would triumph in Verrieres.

It is not their talents which would stop me.

They are always fumbling about."

That day Julien's happiness almost became permanent.

Our hero lacked the power of daring to be sincere.

He ought to have had the courage to have given battle, and on the spot; Madame de Renal had been astonished by Julien's phrase, because the men in her circle kept on repeating that the return of Robespierre was essentially possible by reason of those over-educated young persons of the lower classes.

Madame de Renal's coldness lasted a longish time, and struck Julien as marked.

The reason was that the fear that she had said something in some way or other disagreeable to him, succeeded her annoyance for his own breach of taste.

This unhappiness was vividly reflected in those features which looked so pure and so naive when she was happy and away from intruders.

Julien no longer dared to surrender himself to his dreams.

Growing calmer and less infatuated, he considered that it was imprudent to go and see Madame de Renal in her room.

It was better for her to come to him. If a servant noticed her going about the house, a dozen different excuses could explain it.

But this arrangement had also its inconveniences.

Julien had received from Fouque some books, which he, as a theology student would never have dared to ask for in a bookshop.

He only dared to open them at night.

He would often have found it much more convenient not to be interrupted by a visit, the very waiting for which had even on the evening before the little scene in the orchard completely destroyed his mood for reading.

He had Madame de Renal to thank for understanding books in quite a new way.

He had dared to question her on a number of little things, the ignorance of which cuts quite short the intellectual progress of any young man born out of society, however much natural genius one may choose to ascribe to him.

This education given through sheer love by a woman who was extremely ignorant, was a piece of luck.

Julien managed to get a clear insight into society such as it is to-day.

His mind was not bewildered by the narration of what it had been once, two thousand years ago, or even sixty years ago, in the time of Voltaire and Louis XV.

The scales fell from his eyes to his inexpressible joy, and he understood at last what was going on in Verrieres.

In the first place there were the very complicated intrigues which had been woven for the last two years around the prefect of Besancon.

They were backed up by letters from Paris, written by the cream of the aristocracy.

The scheme was to make M. de Moirod (he was the most devout man in the district) the first and not the second deputy of the mayor of Verrieres.

He had for a competitor a very rich manufacturer whom it was essential to push back into the place of second deputy.

Julien understood at last the innuendoes which he had surprised, when the high society of the locality used to come and dine at M. de Renal's.

This privileged society was deeply concerned with the choice of a first deputy, while the rest of the town, and above all, the Liberals, did not even suspect its possibility.

The factor which made the matter important was that, as everybody knows, the east side of the main street of Verrieres has to be put more than nine feet back since that street has become a royal route.