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Chapter 7 Chapter Seven Selected Fate

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The kids adored him, but he didn't love them at all, his mind was elsewhere.No matter what these little guys do, he will treat them patiently.Calm, impartial, moody, but beloved, because his presence can be said to sweep away the boredom of the family.He is a good tutor.Yet he feels nothing but hatred and disgust for the upper class, which actually accepts him only at the end of the table, which perhaps explains his hatred and disgust.At several grand banquets, he managed with difficulty to restrain his hatred for everything around him.On Saint-Louis Day, M. Valenod was in des.Monsieur Rainer's house became the center of conversation, and Julien ran into the garden on the pretext of looking at the children.He exclaimed: What a tribute to incorruptibility!As if it were the only virtue, and yet so much respect and so much flattery to a man who has evidently doubled and tripled his fortune since administering the welfare of the poor!I'll wager he's going to rake in even the funds set aside for foundlings, whose misery is more sacred than the misery of others!ah!demon!demon!And I am also a kind of outcast. My father, brother, and the whole family hate me.

A few days before Saint-Louis, Julien was walking by himself in a grove, reading the Office.This grove overlooks Loyalty Boulevard and is known as the Observation Deck.From a distance, he saw his two elder brothers coming from a secluded path, and he couldn't dodge even if he wanted to.Seeing his handsome black suit, his immaculate appearance, and his naked contempt for them, the two rough workmen were so jealous that they beat him until his face was bloodied and he fell into a coma. die past.De.Madame Rainal, walking with M. Valenod, the prefect, had come upon this grove by chance; seeing Julien lying stretched out on the ground, she thought he was dead.She was so excited that M. Valenod was jealous.

Mr. Valenod's worries were premature.Julien felt that virtue.Madame Rainer was beautiful, and yet he hated her for her beauty; it was the first rock in his way that he almost hit.He talked to her as little as possible, trying to make her forget the frenzy that had prompted him to kiss her hand that first day. De.Mrs. Rainer's maid, Alisa, soon fell in love with the young governess, and often talked about him in front of the mistress.Alyssa's love for Lien earned him the hatred of a manservant.One day, Julien heard this man say to Elisa: "You don't want to talk to me anymore since this dirty governess came."Julien was wronged, he was not dirty, but, out of the instinct of a handsome boy, he paid more attention to his appearance.Doubling the jealousy of M. Valenod.He said openly that a young priest should not be so pretentious.Julien didn't wear a black gown, he wore a suit.

De.Madame Rainal noticed that Julien and Mademoiselle Eliza talked more often than usual, and she learned that these conversations were caused by Julien's lack of clothes.Julien's underclothes were scarce, and had to be sent out to be washed frequently, and Mademoiselle Eliza was very useful to him in these small matters.This extreme poverty is virtue.What Mrs. Rainer did not expect, she was deeply touched.She wanted to give him presents, but she dared not; this inner struggle was the first painful feeling Julien gave her.Until then, Julien's name had been synonymous with a pure, wholly spiritual sense of pleasure for her.Anxious at the thought of Julien's poverty, she finally asked her husband to give Julien some underwear.

What a fool!He replied, what happened!Gifting someone who we are completely satisfied with and who has served us well?The only time you need to stimulate his enthusiasm is if he's not doing well. De.Madame Rainer was ashamed of this way of seeing things, which she would not have noticed had Julien not come.Every time she saw the extremely clean, but also extremely simple clothes of the young priest, she would say to herself: Poor boy, how hard it is for him! Gradually, she felt sympathy for Lian Que, and she was no longer surprised. There are some provincial women who, during the first fortnight of their acquaintance, can easily be taken for fools, des.Mrs. Rainer was one of them.She is inexperienced in life and doesn't like to talk.Fate threw her among a group of vulgar people, but she was born with a sensitive and haughty heart, and the instinct for happiness that is inherent in everyone made her completely unaware of the behavior of those people most of the time.

But if she had had a little education, her simple nature and quick mind would have been noticeable.However, as an heiress, she was brought up by nuns who fanatically worshiped the Sacred Heart of Jesus and harbored a deep hatred for the French who were enemies of the Jesuits.De.Madame Rainer had enough sense to quickly forget as absurd what she had learned in the convent; but she replaced nothing, and ended up knowing nothing.Her premature obsequiousness as the heir to a great fortune, and her resolute inclination to religious piety, gave her a thoroughly withdrawn way of life.She is extremely easy-going on the surface, and is also good at restraining her personal wishes. She is often used as an example by Verrière's husbands for their wives to follow.Monsieur Rainer was also proud of it, but her habitual state of mind was merely the product of a most proud personality.Any princess who is praised for her pride will pay more attention to what the nobles in the court do around her than this woman who seems so gentle and humble pays more attention to what her husband says and does I don't know how much more.Before Julien's arrival, her children were really the only things she cared about.Their headaches, their pains, their little joys, occupy all the feelings of this heart.When she was at the Sacred Heart Convent in Besançon, she had only loved God.

She would not tell anyone that a fever in one of her children almost made her anxious as if the child had died.In the early years of their marriage, the need to pour out her heart had prompted her to tell her husband about this pain, only to be met with a rude laugh, a shrug of the shoulders, and a few vulgar maxims about women's follies.Such jokes, if they had to do with children's ailments, would have been like daggers in her heart.Departed from the gracious, cloying flattery of the Jesuit monastery in which he had spent his girlhood, deSame as Morgiron.Rudeness, a blatant insensitivity to everything that had nothing to do with money, status, and crosses, and a blind hatred of all reasoning that offended them seemed to her to be of the male sex. Naturally, like wearing boots and felt hats.

Many years later, De.Mrs Rainer was still not used to these money-hungry people, yet she had to live among them. The success of Julien, a little countryman, was due to this.De.Madame Rainer took pleasure in a sympathy for this noble and proud soul, which was wonderful and full of new charms.She quickly forgave Julien's extreme ignorance, which became another lovable feature of him, and Julien's rigidity of manner, which she was able to correct.She found it worth listening to his talk, even when it was about a dog crossing the road and being run over by a rushing cart of a farmer.This painful scene made her husband laugh out loud, but Julien, she saw, knit his dark, beautifully arched eyebrows.Gradually, she felt that generosity, nobility of soul, and kindness only existed in this young priest.She gave him alone the sympathy, even the admiration, which these virtues excite in noble hearts.

In Paris, Julien and De.Madame Rainer's relationship will soon be easy, for in Paris love is the child of the novel.The young governess and his shy mistress may find an account of their situation in three or four novels, and even in lines from the Jim Naz Theatre.The novel could outline the part for them to play, and present an example for them to follow, and this example, sooner or later, vanity would compel Julien to follow, though without the slightest pleasure, and even with distaste. In a small town in Aveyron or the Pyrenees, the heat of the climate can make the most insignificant event decisive.Under our more cloudy skies, a poor young man can only be ambitious, because his delicate mind requires some expensive pleasure.He sees a thirty-year-old woman every day. This woman is well-behaved in her heart, and her thoughts are all on her children. She will never look for role models in novels.In the provinces, everything happens slowly, everything is done gradually, which is more natural.

De.The thought of the poverty of the young governess often brought Madame Rainal to tears, and Julien once caught her weeping. Ah, madam, have you had any misfortune? No, my friend, she answered, go and call the children, and we will go for a walk. She took Julien's arm and leaned against him in a way that seemed strange to him.This is the first time she called him my friend. At the end of the walk, Julien noticed that she was flushed.She slowed down. You may have been told, she said, without looking at him, that I am the sole heir of a very rich aunt who lives in Besançon and who sends me many presents My sons have made such amazing progress In my gratitude, I would like to ask you to accept a small gift.Just a few louis, so buy some underwear.But she blushed even more, and stopped talking.

But what, madam?Julien asked. You don't have to tell my husband.She said and lowered her head. I am of humble origin, Madame, but I am not humble, said Julien, stopping and drawing himself up; you have not considered it enough.If I am right.Mr. Rainer hides anything about my money, and I'm no better than a servant. De.Mrs. Rainer was petrified. Since I came to live in this house, Julien continued, M. the Mayor has paid me thirty-six francs five times, and I am always ready to give my account book to de.Monsieur Rainer, anyone, even Monsieur Valenod, who hates me. After this vent, de.Madame Rainer remained pale and trembling until the end of the walk, and neither of them could find a subject to resume the interrupted conversation.In Julien's proud heart, to De.Madame Rainer's love was becoming more and more impossible; as for her, she respected and admired him; but she had been reprimanded for it before.On the pretext of atonement for the humiliation she had inadvertently caused him, she allowed herself to bestow upon him the tenderest considerations.The novelty of this attitude kept her happy for a whole week.As a result, Julien's anger was partially calmed down, but he was far from seeing any resemblance to personal affection. See, he thought, this is what these rich people do.They insulted a man, and then thought they could fix it by putting on airs! De.Madame Rainal had a lot to say, and she was too naive to refrain from telling her husband about her sending money to Julien and about her refusal, despite her determination. What, De.Mr. Reiner is furious that you can tolerate a servant's refusal! Because of Germany.Madame Rainer cried out at the word servant, des.Mr. Rainer said: I want to be like the late De.Like Prince Condé, when he introduced the servants to the new lady, he said: These people are our servants.I read to you this passage from Bossangval's Memoirs, which is essential to our privilege.Whoever lives in your house who is not a gentleman and receives a salary is your servant.I'll talk to Mr. Lien here and give him a hundred francs. ah!my friend, de.Mrs. Rainer said tremblingly, don't do it in front of the servants! Yes, they will be jealous, and with good reason.Her husband walked away, wondering if the sum was too large. De.Madame Rainer sat down on a chair, almost fainted with pain, he was going to humiliate Julien, and it was my fault!She loathed her husband and covered her face with her hands.She swore never to speak her mind again. When she saw Julien again, she was trembling and her chest was so constricted that she could not utter the simplest words.She grabbed his hand in embarrassment and held it tightly. How about it?My friend, she finally said, are you satisfied with my husband? How can I be dissatisfied?Julien smiled bitterly, and he gave me a hundred francs. De.Mrs. Rainer looked at him, uncertain. give me your arm.She said at last that Julien had never seen such bravery. She had the audacity to go all the way into Verrière's bookshop, not caring that the owner had a terrible reputation for liberal ideas.She bought ten louis books for her son.But she knew that Julien wanted to read it.She asked the children to write their names on the books they were given right in the bookstore.De.Madame Rainer was happy to apologize to Julien in this bold way, while Julien was astonished at seeing so many books in the bookstore.He had never dared to enter such an earthly place, and his heart was pounding.He couldn't think of guessing De.What was going on in Madame Rainer's mind, she could only guess with all her heart how a young theological student like himself could have managed to get a few of them.At last he had an idea that it might be possible to subtly trick de.Monsieur Rainer believed that the histories of the famous nobles born in the province should be used as exercise for his sons in translating French into Latin.After a month of careful planning, he saw the idea succeed, and even shortly afterward, he was in and De.In his conversation, Mr. Rainer dared to mention an action much more difficult for the noble mayor, namely, to subscribe to books in the bookstore, although it is tantamount to helping a Liberal to make a fortune.De.Monsieur Rainer also thought that it would be wise for his eldest son to hear references to certain works when he entered the military school, and to make him feel that he had witnessed these works, but Julien also saw that the mayor refused to go any further.He guessed that there must be an unexplainable reason for it, but he couldn't guess it. I have always thought, Monsieur, that Julien said to him one day that it would be inappropriate for a respectable nobleman, such as the Reiner family, to have his name appear in the bookseller's sordid register. De.Mr. Reiner's forehead brightened. For a poor student of theology, Julien continued, humbly, it would be a great stain if his name should one day be found in the register of a bookseller who rents out books.Those Liberals will accuse me of borrowing the most obscene books, and who knows if they will put the titles of these wicked books in my name. However, Julien went astray.He saw the confusion and anger on the mayor's face again.Julien fell silent.He thought to himself: I got this guy. A few days later, the oldest child appeared in front of De.Rainer asked Julien about a book that had been previewed by the Daily News. To flatter the Jacobins that they can't find any grounds, said the young governess, and to enable me to answer Herr Adolf's question at the same time, let the lowest servant in your house register at the bookstore. Well, not a bad idea.De.Clearly delighted, Mr Lehner said. But it should be expressly stipulated, said Julien, that solemn, almost regretful look, which is so befitting of a man who sees the success of a long-awaited event, that the servant should not take any novels.Once these dangerous books entered the house, they would corrupt the lady's maid and the servant himself. You forgot political pamphlets.De.Mr Rainer added haughtily.This ingenious compromise devised by his boy's governess commanded his admiration, though he did not want to show it. Julien's life thus consisted of a series of small negotiations, the success of which concerned him far more than he cared for D.Madame Rainer's preference for him was a feeling which he could see in her heart if he wanted to. The state of mind in which he had always lived in the past continued in the house of the mayor of Verrières. Here, as in his father's sawmill, he despised the people around him from the bottom of his heart, and he himself hated by them.The dean of the prefecture, the lord of Valenod, and the other friends of the mayor's family discussed what happened every day, and Julien saw from it how far their ideas did not correspond to the facts.An action which he felt to be commendable was condemned by precisely those around him.He always answered them like this in his heart: What a group of wicked people!Or what a bunch of fools!The funny thing is, as proud as he is, he often doesn't understand what they're talking about. He was so old that the only one he had confided in was the old surgeon and corpsman; and the few insights he had had either to do with Bonaparte's campaigns in Italy or with surgery.He was young, brave, and liked to hear detailed accounts of the most painful operations, and he thought to himself: I don't even frown. De.The first time Mrs. Rainer tried to talk to him about anything other than raising children, he talked about surgery, and she turned pale with fright and begged him to stop talking. Beyond that, Julien knew nothing.In this way, he followed De.Madame Rainer lived together, and when they were alone there was a strangest silence.In the drawing-room, however humble his demeanor, she had always detected a look of superiority in his eyes, and he disdained all those who came from her house.If she was alone with him, even for a brief moment, she would see him visibly embarrassed.She was disturbed because a woman's instinct told her that there was no tenderness in such embarrassment. From the old surgeon's account of the society he had seen, Julien had drawn an inexplicable idea, according to which he felt ashamed in his company of women whenever no one spoke. As if the silence was his fault alone.This feeling was a hundred times more painful when the two were talking alone.His imagination, full of the most exaggerated and ethereal notions about what a man and a woman should say when they were alone, could only offer him, in his confusion, unacceptable ideas.His mind was in a fog, but he couldn't escape the most humiliating silence.So, between him and Germany.Mrs Rainer and the children's long walk.The originally serious expression became more serious because of this unbearable pain.He despises himself very much.If he had the misfortune to force himself to speak, he would say the most ridiculous things.Worst of all, he sees and exaggerates his absurdity, but what he does not see is the expression of his eyes; so beautiful, and expressing such a warm soul, that, like those good actors, they sometimes Giving things a fascinating meaning that they didn't have in the first place.De.Mrs. Rainer noticed that he was never able to say anything serious when alone with her, unless some sudden incident distracted him from thinking about how to say a compliment beautifully. .As she heard no new and excellent ideas from her friends who came to the house, she could appreciate with great pleasure the flashes of Julien's wit. Since the fall of Napoleon, courtship to women has been purged from provincial custom with such rigor as to leave no trace.Everyone is afraid of losing their job.Liars seek support in the congregation.Hypocrisy thrives even in Liberal circles.The boredom got worse.Apart from reading and farming, there is no other pastime. De.Madame Rainer, the wealthy heir of a pious aunt, married at the age of sixteen to a respectable gentleman, had never in her life experienced or seen anything more or less resembling love.Only the good curate Chelan, who listened to her confession, had talked to her of love in connection with M. Valenod's courtship, and had painted her such a disgusting picture that the word love meant to her The most obscene sensuality.Occasionally a few novels fell upon her, and the love she discovered there was regarded as exceptional, even unnatural.Thanks to this ignorance, De.Madame Rainer was so happy that she was constantly interested in Julien, and never thought of reproaching herself in the slightest.
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