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Chapter 32 Chapter 2 Entering High Society for the First Time

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Julien stopped in the middle of the courtyard, dumbfounded with astonishment. Don't make such a fuss, said the Abbe Pirard, you have some terrible thoughts, and you are only a child, where is Horace's nilmirari?Just think, these servants will try to make fun of you when they see you living here, they regard you as an equal, and you are unjustly placed above them.They are gentle on the surface, giving you advice and willing to give you advice, but in secret they try to make you do a big stupid thing and fall into a big stumble. They dare.said Julien, biting his lip, and completely restored his mistrust.

Before reaching the Marquis's office, the two gentlemen passed through several drawing-rooms on the second floor, which, ah, my reader, will strike you as luxurious and dreary.If given to you in this form, you would refuse to live in it; it is the home of yawns and dull discussions.Julien felt even more ecstatic, living in such a magnificent place, he thought, how can he feel unhappy? At last the two former masters came to the ugliest room of this splendid house, in which was a dark, short, thin man with piercing eyes and a blond wig.The abbe turned to Julien and made an introduction.This is the Marquis.Julien could hardly recognize him, he seemed so polite.This is no longer the nobleman with such an arrogant look in the Abbey of Beaule|Leo.Julien thought his wig was too thick.Relying on this feeling, he was not afraid at all.At first he thought this descendant of Henry III's friend rather obscene in appearance.He is thin and always moving.Julien, however, soon noticed that the Marquis's courtesy was more agreeable to his interlocutors than that of the Bishop of Besançon.The reception lasted less than three minutes.When he came out, the priest said to Lian:

You look at the Marquis as if you were looking at a painting.I'm not very good at what these people call politeness, and you'll soon know more than I do; anyway, I don't think the audacity of your glance is very polite. They got into the cab again, and the driver parked it by the avenue; the abbe led Julien into a series of large drawing-rooms.Julien noticed that there was no furniture in it.Julien was looking at an ornate gilt clock, the subject of which seemed to him indecent, when a handsome gentleman approached, smiling.Julien nodded slightly. The gentleman smiled and put his hand on his shoulder.Startled, Julien took a step backwards.He blushed with anger.Despite his stern face, Father Pilar could not help laughing and crying.It turned out that the gentleman was a tailor.

I will give you two days of freedom. When I go out, the priest said to him, then you will be introduced to de.Madame Raoul.Anyone else would have stuck to you like a young girl during your first days in this new Babylon.If you want to fall, go fall immediately, and I can get rid of the weakness of always thinking about you.The next morning the tailor will send you two suits; you give the fitting man five francs.Also, don't let these Parisians hear you.Once you open your mouth, they have a secret to making fun of you.This is what they do.Come to me at noon the day after tomorrow, depraved I forgot, order boots, shirts, hats at these addresses.

Julien carefully read the handwriting of these addresses. This is the handwriting of the Marquis, said the abbe. He is a man of action, who thinks first in everything, and prefers to do things with his own hands rather than to give orders.He puts you by his side to save yourself such trouble.Are you smart enough to do everything this irascible man implicitly tells you?You will know later: you have to be careful! Julien entered the artisans' shops according to the address, without saying a word; he noticed that he was received with respect and respect, and that the shoemaker had written his name in the register as Julien.De.Mr Sorel.

At the Pere Lachaise cemetery, a very obliging gentleman, more like a Liberal in his mouth, offered to show Julien the tomb of Marshal Ney, under an ingenious policy that no epitaph should be placed on his tomb. .Julien bid farewell to the Liberal with tears in his eyes, and almost embraced him, but his own watch was gone.Having learned this lesson, he went to see Father Pilar at noon on the third day, and the priest looked at him for a long time. You may be turning into a playboy.said the priest, looking stern.Julien looked like a very young man in a solemn filial piety; he was indeed handsome, but the good abbe was too rustic himself to see that Julien had a delicate shoulder movement, which in the provinces is regarded as elegant and elegant. pompous.The Marquis's evaluation of Lien's demeanor was completely different from that of the good priest. He said to the priest as soon as he saw him:

Would you object to Monsieur Sorel learning to dance? The priest froze for a moment. No, he replied after some time, Julien was not a priest. The Marquis climbed up a narrow dark staircase two steps at a time, and installed our hero himself in a handsome garret overlooking the large garden of the mansion.He asked how many shirts he had bought from the seamstress. Two, replied Julien, who was disturbed by the condescension of such a nobleman to take care of such trifles. Very well, said the Marquis gravely, with a certain order and sternness, which made Julien ponder, very well!Go and buy twenty-two more shirts.This is your first quarterly salary.

The Marquis went down from the garret, called an elderly man, and said to him: Arsène, you will serve Monsieur Sorel from now on.A few minutes later, Julien was alone in a luxurious library; the moment was wonderful.He was so excited that, so as not to be seen, he hid himself in a dark corner; from there he gazed raptly at the rows of shiny spines and thought: I can read all these books, what am I doing here? Will it be unpleasant?De.What the Marquis de La Mole has just done for me, deMr. Lenard would feel disrespectful for the rest of his life if he was even one percent. Still, let's look at what to transcribe.It was not until the work was over that Julien ventured near the books; he found a set of Voltaires, and was almost ecstatic with joy.He ran to open the door of the library so that no one would be caught off guard.Then, he began to enjoy the joy of opening the eighty books, one by one.The books are beautifully bound, the work of the best workmen in London.It did not need to be so beautiful to amaze Julien.

An hour later the Marquis came in, looked at the copy, and was surprised to find that Julien had written it. The word cela is written with two ls, and it becomes cella. Aren't all the things the priest said about his learning all nonsense!The Marquis was discouraged, and said to him gently: Are you unsure about your spelling? indeed so.Julien said that he had not thought of the harm this had done him at all; he was moved by the generosity of the Marquis, and could not help thinking of de.Mr. Rainer's haughty tone. It is useless to try this little priest from Franche-Comté, thought the Marquis, but how much I need a reliable person!

The word Cela has only one l, the Marquis said to him, when you have finished copying, if you are not sure about the spelling, look it up in the dictionary. At six o'clock the Marquis sent for him; he looked at Julien's boots and was visibly displeased: it was my fault that I did not tell you that you should be dressed at half-past five every day. Julien looked at him without understanding. I meant to wear stockings, Arsene will remind you; today I forgive you. Finished, de.M. Larmor sent Julien into a splendid drawing-room.On similar occasions, De.Mr. Rainer always hastened his pace and got in the door first.This little vanity of the former master caused Julien to step on the foot of the Marquis, which hurt him because he had gout, ah!Turns out he was still a bum.said the Marquis in his heart.He introduces him to a woman of tall stature and imposing appearance.This is the Marchioness.Julien thought her haughty, a bit like the mayor of Verrières, des.Madame Morgillon.The living room was extremely luxurious, and Julien couldn't help being a little flustered. He didn't hear De.Mr. La Mole said something, and the Marchioness reluctantly condescended to look at him.There were several men in the drawing room, and Julien was indescribably delighted to recognize the young Bishop of Agde.The bishop of Agde had condescended to speak to him a few months earlier, during the ceremony at the Abbey of Beaule-le-Haut.Julien was very shy at the time, but his tender eyes fixed on him, which probably frightened him, and the young prelate did not recognize the provincial at all.

It seemed to Julien that the people assembled in the drawing-room were rather sad and reserved; in Paris people speak in low tones and without fuss. A handsome young man with a moustache, pale and lanky, did not come in until nearly six-thirty; he had a small head. You keep others waiting.He kissed the Marchioness's hand, said the Marchioness. Julien knew that it was De.Count Lamor.As soon as he saw him, he thought he was cute. How is that possible, this is the man who would throw me out of this house with hurtful jokes! Julien, observing Count Nobel carefully, noticed that he wore boots and spurs: and I had to wear shoes, obviously like a servant.Everyone sits down to eat.Julien heard the Marchioness raise her voice a little and say a stern word.Almost at the same time, he saw a girl come and sit across from him. Her hair was very light blonde and she had a very good figure.She was not at all pleasing to him; but looking more closely, he thought he had never seen such beautiful eyes; but they revealed an extremely hard soul.Then, Julien noticed that they showed a kind of ennui that observed people without forgetting the need to maintain their dignity, de.Madame Rainer has beautiful eyes too, everyone admires, he thought, but they have nothing in common with this one.Julien had seen it so little that he could not tell that it was the light of wisdom that flashed from time to time in the eyes of Mademoiselle Mathilde (as he heard her called).And Germany.Madame Rainer's eyes lighted up with passion, or with righteous indignation at hearing of a bad deed.Towards the end of the meal, Julien found a word to express de.The beauty of Miss Larmor's eyes: they twinkle.he said to himself.Besides, she resembled her mother in appearance, and Julien, who disliked her more and more, stopped looking at her.On the contrary, he felt that Earl Nobel was admirable in every way.Julien was so fascinated that he didn't even think of envying him and hating him because he was richer and nobler than himself. Julien found the Marquis dull and bored. When the second course was about to be served, the Marquis said to his son: Nobel, I beg you to take care of Julien.Mr Sorel, I just put him on my team and I want to make him a character if cela is possible. This is my secretary, he said to the person next to him, he wrote cela with two l's. Everyone looked at Julien, who nodded to Noble a little later; but on the whole they were satisfied with the look in his eyes. Perhaps the Marquis was talking about Julien's education, and one of the guests questioned him about Horace, and it was Horace I was talking about that made him successful with the Bishop of Besançon, Julien thought. Just know this writer.From this wealth, his heart is at ease.The change was not difficult, since he had just decided never to take De.Miss Larmor took it for a woman.He'd expected the worst for men since he'd been in seminary, and it was hard to be intimidated by them.If the dining room wasn't so fancy, he'd be perfectly composed.Still, there were two eight-foot-high mirrors that commanded his awe, and he saw in them from time to time the man who talked about Horace.His sentences were not too long for a provincial.He had beautiful eyes, brightened by a shyness of trepidation or pleasure in hearing a good answer.He is considered pleasant.This kind of examination adds a little spice to a serious dinner.The Marquis signaled Julien's interlocutor to question him hard. Did he really know something?he thinks. Julien answered while pondering.He was no longer shy enough to show something, certainly not wit, which is impossible for someone who doesn't know how Parisians speak, and he had some new ideas, not elegant or appropriate, but It was seen that he knew Latin well. Julien's opponent was a member of the Academy of Inscriptions, who happened to know Latin; he found that Julien was a good humanist scholar, so he was not afraid of embarrassing him and blushing, so he really tried every means to keep him down.Julien was so excited that he finally forgot about the sumptuous furnishings in the dining room, and made statements about the Latin poets that his interlocutor had never read anywhere.The interlocutor, a man of integrity, praised the young secretary greatly.Happily someone has stirred up a controversy over whether Horace is poor or rich; a lovely, jovial, carefree, poet-writing-for-play, like Molière and La Fontaine's friend Chapelle. or a poor poet laureate who follows the court and writes carols for the King's birthday, like Lord Schiller's informer Southey.They spoke of the state of society under Augustus and under George IV; in both times the nobility had great power; but in Rome it saw power taken away by Messena, who was a mere knight; In England it forced George IV almost to the status of a Grand Duke of Venice.The argument seemed to have lifted the Marquis out of the torpor which had been sulking since dinner began. Julien knew nothing of all those modern names, such as Southey, Lord Byron, and George IV, which he heard for the first time.But no one could fail to see that Julien had an indisputable advantage when it came to what happened in Rome, as can be learned in the writings of Horace, Martial, Tacitus, and others.Julien unceremoniously appropriated to himself several views which he had acquired in the famous discussions he had had with the prelate, the bishop of Besançon, which were not the least popular. Tired of talking about poets, the Marchioness condescended to look at Julien, who without exception admired everything that pleased her husband, and perhaps concealed a learned man beneath the clumsy manner of the young priest. .The academician sitting next to the Marchioness spoke to her; Julien also heard him vaguely.The cliché suited the hostess quite well, and she accepted the sentence about Julien, secretly glad that she had invited the academician to dinner, and that he had given de.Mr. Larmor relieved, she thought.
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