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Chapter 5 Chapter V Negotiation

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Answer me honestly, bookworm, don't talk nonsense; where did you know D.Madame Rainer's?When did you speak to her? I have never spoken to her, replied Julien; I have only seen the lady in church. Then did you look at her, shameless bastard? Never, you know I only look at God in church.Julien said, somewhat prudishly, that anything would be fine, as long as he didn't get slapped on the head. There's always something in it, said the cunning redneck, and then, after a pause, I can't get anything out of you, bloody hypocrite.Anyway, I'm getting rid of you, and my sawmill will only get better.You have won the favor of Monsieur the Curé or some one, and they have found you a good place.Pack your things, I'll take you to De.Mr Rainer, you are going to be the governess of the children.

What do you give me? Food, clothing, and wages of three hundred francs. I don't want to be a servant. Beast, who said you should be a servant?Do I want my son to be a servant? But who am I going to eat with? This question stopped old Sorel, who felt that he could not continue the conversation, and was at a loss for words; so he became furious, scolded Julien, saying that he only knew how to eat, and left him to consult with the other two sons. . After a while Julien saw them discussing, each leaning on an axe.Julien looked at it for a long time, felt that he could guess nothing, and was afraid of being caught, so he went to the other side of the saw.He wanted to think about this unexpected news that changed his fate, but he couldn't calm down, and his imagination was all used to describe what he would do in Germany.Something to see in Mr. Rainer's beautiful house.

He thought to himself: It would be better to give up all this than to be reduced to eating with the servants.My father wants to force me, then I will die.I have a savings of fifteen francs and eight sous, and I will flee tonight; I will be in Besançon in two days, without passing the gendarme, by footpaths;However, in this way, the future is over, the ambition is over, and the good career of the priest who has climbed to the dragon is also over. Julien's distaste for eating with servants was not a natural one, and he could do far more painful things in order to make a fortune, and he owes his dislike to Rousseau's Confessions.He relies on this book to imagine what the world is like.To this were added the "Gazettes of Napoleon's army" and "Memoirs of St. Helena," which completed his Koran.For these three books, he could risk his life.He never believed in any other book. He believed in the words of the old surgeon and military doctor, and believed that all other books in the world were lies, written by some liars in order to get promoted and get rich.

Julien, who had a fiery heart and an astonishing memory often combined with stupidity, saw that his future depended on the old curate Chelan, and in order to please him he took a Latin He has memorized the "New Testament"; he is also familiar with De.Mr. Meister's "Popes", although he did not believe in either book. As if there was a tacit understanding between the two parties, Soler and his son avoided speaking to each other all day.In the evening he went to his parson for a lecture in theology, and he did not think it prudent to inform the priest of the strange proposals that had been made to his father.Maybe it's a trap, he thought, and he should pretend to have forgotten it.

Early the next morning, De.Monsieur Rainer sent someone to call for old Soler, who kept him waiting for an hour or two, and when he entered the door, he apologized and paid respects in every possible way.He made all kinds of objections, and finally figured out that his son would eat at the same table with the host and hostess, and if there were guests, alone with the children in another room, he made more and more additional conditions, Besides, still full of doubt and wonder, he asked to see the room in which his son slept.It was a large, neatly arranged room, and someone was busy moving the children's beds into it.

The situation so inspired the old man that he immediately demanded to see what his son was going to wear.De.Monsieur Rainer opened a drawer and took out a hundred francs. With this money, your son can go to Mr. Du Lang's clothing store to order a complete set of black clothes. So, even if I take him back from here, says the country bumpkin, and he forgets all his red tape all at once, will the clothes still be his? of course. Well then, said Soler in a drawling tone, there is only one thing left for us to agree on: how much you will pay him. how!De.Monsieur Rainer exclaimed angrily, we had agreed yesterday: I will give three hundred francs; I think that is enough, perhaps too much.

That's your number, I don't deny, old Sorel spoke more slowly;Monsieur Rainer, with a genius that surprises only those who do not know the peasants of Franche-Comté, added: We can find better places. Hearing this sentence, the mayor was shocked.However, he regained his composure, and they had to deal with each other for two full hours, carefully choosing their words without uttering a single word of nonsense, and the peasant's shrewdness finally defeated the rich man's shrewdness, after all, the rich don't make a living by it.A host of terms were agreed upon for Julien's new life; his salary was not only fixed at four hundred francs a year, but was also paid in advance on the first of each month.

Well, I'll give him thirty-five francs a month.De.Mr Lehner said. Make an even number, said the country bumpkin in a flattering voice, a man as rich and generous as our mayor will certainly make thirty-six francs. OK, De.But stop talking, said Mr. Rainer. This time, anger hardened his tone, and the country bumpkin saw that he had to let it go.Now it's De.Mr. Rainer had the upper hand.He still refused to hand over the first month's thirty-six francs to old Sorel, who was anxious to get money for his son.De.It occurred to Mr. Rainer that he must tell his wife his part in the whole negotiation.

Give me back the hundred francs I gave you just now, he said angrily, M. Durand still owes me.I will go with your son to choose the black cloth. Seeing this tough move, Sorel honestly picked up those respectful polite words and spoke for a quarter of an hour.At last, seeing that there was really nothing more to be gained, he took his leave and went back.With a final bow, he concluded with these words: I turned around and sent my son to the mansion. Whenever Mr. Mayor's people want to please him, they use the mansion to call his house.Sorel went back to the sawmill and couldn't find his son anywhere. It turned out that Julien was suspicious of what might happen and went out in the middle of the night.He wanted to find a safe place for his book and Legion of Honor medal.He sent them all to a young wood merchant, a friend of his, named Fouquet, who lived on the high hill overlooking Villiers.

When he came back, his father said straight away: Damn slacker, God knows if you are just trying to get this tone, you will give me back the food money for so many years.Take your rags and go to Mr. Mayor. Julien was surprised that he had not been beaten, and hurried away.However, he slowed down as soon as his fearful father lost sight of him.He thought a visit to church would do him good in disguising his hypocrisy. Does the word hypocrisy surprise you?The soul of the young farmer had traveled a long way before arriving at that dreadful word. Still very young, Julien saw some dragoons of the sixth regiment, in white cloaks and helmets with black manes, returning from Italy.He saw them tie their horses to the window bars of his father's house, and it made him fall madly in love with the military profession.Later, he listened with excitement to the old surgeon's account of the battles of the Pont de Lodi, Arco, and Rivoli.He noticed the old man's fiery gaze on his medal.

Yet when Julien was fourteen, Verrières began to build a church, a magnificent one for such a small city.Julien was especially impressed by the four marble columns; these four pillars had become famous in the local area for having stirred up an implacable animosity between the magistrate and the young curate. It was from Besançon, it was said to be an agent of the Holy Church, and the magistrate had almost lost his position, or so the public opinion said.How dare he quarrel with a priest?This person goes to Besançon every half a month, and it is said that he is going to meet the bishop. At this moment, the justice of the peace, with his sons and daughters on his knees, seemed to have wronged several cases, all against those who read the "Constitutional News" among the residents.The right side finally won the case.It was only three or five francs, but one of these small fines was to be paid by a nailer.This nailer was Julien's godfather.The man was furious and shouted: The world has really changed!And that magistrates have been considered decent men for more than twenty years!The surgeon, Julien's friend, was dead by this time. Julien suddenly stopped talking about Napoleon, announced that he would become a priest, and was seen in his father's sawmill diligently reciting the Latin Bible that the priest had lent him.The good old man admired Julien's progress greatly, and often spent the whole evening teaching him theology, Julien only showed his devout feelings in front of him.Who would have guessed that, with such a pale, gentle face and a girlish face, there was hidden in his heart an unshakable determination that he would rather die a thousand times than make a fortune! For Lien, the first thing to do is to leave Villiers. He hated his hometown.What he saw there froze his imagination. Since he was a child, he has often had moments of excitement.He had dreamed fondly of the day when he would be introduced to the beauties of Paris, and that he would win them over by his feats of brilliance.Why couldn't he be loved by one of them?Bonaparte was not the desperado who was glamorous when he was still poor.Was Madame Beauharnay in love?Over the years, Julien probably never failed to say to himself that Bonaparte, an unknown lieutenant without property, was master of the world by his sword.This thought brought comfort to him who considered himself extremely unhappy, and made him feel twice as happy when he was happy. The building of the church and the sentencing of the magistrates brought him a sudden realization; he had an idea which, for weeks, seemed to drive him mad, until at last the supreme power of the idea took over him. The first thought of creation often has this supreme power. The days when Bonaparte was famous were the days when France was afraid of being invaded; military exploits were not only necessary but fashionable.But now some forty-year-old priests have an annual salary of 100,000 francs, which is equivalent to three times the income of Napoleon's famous generals.Someone must support them.Look at this magistrate, so clever, always so decent, and so old, that he's ruining his name just because he's afraid of offending a young vicar of thirty.So you should be a priest. Once, when he had been studying theology for two years, and at the height of his new piety, the fire that gnawed at his soul suddenly burst out and unmasked him.It was at a supper at M. Chelan's home, attended by many priests, that the good curate introduced him as a child prodigy, and suddenly he began to praise Napoleon with enthusiasm.Afterwards, he hung his right arm over his chest, saying that he dislocated it while turning over a fir tree trunk. He remained in this uncomfortable position for two months, and he only forgave himself after this corporal punishment.Look, this young man of nineteen years old, with a frail appearance and looks at most seventeen years old, is walking into the magnificent church in Verrières with a small leather bag. It seemed to him dark and secluded, and the windows of the church were hung with crimson draperies on festivals, and the sunlight poured in, producing a most majestic and religious effect of blinding light.Julien shuddered.He was alone in the church, and he sat down in one of the most handsome looking chairs, decorated with de.The coat of arms of Mr. Reiner's family. Julien noticed on the kneeling stool a small scrap of paper with writing on it, spread out as if to be read.He picked it up close to his eyes and read: Day, Louis.Details of Jean Lyle's execution and deathbed at Besançon. The paper was torn and incomplete, and on the back was the first few words of a line: The first step. Who put this piece of paper here?Julien thought, poor unfortunate, sighed, his surname ended like mine, and he crumpled up the paper. When Julien came out of the church, he thought he saw blood beside the holy water jar. It was the spilled holy water, and the reflection of the red curtain on the window looked like blood.Finally, Julien felt ashamed of his inner fear. Am I a coward!he said to himself, taking up arms. This sentence, which often appeared in the war stories of the old surgeon and military doctor, was full of heroism for Lian.He stood up and walked quickly towards De.Go to Mr. Rainer's mansion. In spite of his resolution, he was seized by an insurmountable timidity when he saw the house twenty paces away.The iron grille door was open, and he felt so luxurious that he had to go in. It wasn't just one person who came to the house feeling distraught.De.Madame Rainer, who was so timid, would panic at the thought of this stranger, who, by duty, should always be between her and the children.She is used to letting her sons sleep in her room.In the morning she saw their little bed carried into the room assigned to the governess, and she could not stop crying.She begged her husband to take her youngest son, Stanislas.Xavier's bed was moved back to her room, but to no avail. In Germany.In Mrs. Rainer, the sensitivity of women is too much.She imagined a most repulsive fellow, rude, unkempt, hired to reprimand her children just because he knew Latin, and her sons might be whipped for this savage language.
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