Part 2 Chapter 5

Sensibility and a Pious LadyThe smallest living idea seems an outrage, so accustomed arepeople there to words without colour. Woe to the man who innovates while he speaks!

FAUBLASAfter many months of trial, this is the stage that Julien had reached onthe day when the steward of the household paid him his third quarter'ssalary. M. de La Mole had set him to study the management of his estates in Brittany and Normandy. Julien made frequent journeys to thoseparts. His principal duty was to take charge of the correspondence relative to the famous lawsuit with the abbe de Frilair. M. Pirard had givenhim the necessary instructions.

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From the brief notes which the Marquis used to scribble on the margins of the papers of all kinds that came to him, Julien composed lettersalmost all of which were signed.

At the school of theology, his teachers complained of his lack of industry, but regarded him none the less as one of their most distinguishedpupils. These several labours, taken up with all the ardour of a chafedambition, had soon robbed Julien of the fresh complexion he hadbrought with him from the country. His pallor was a merit in the eyes ofthe young seminarists his companions; he found them much less irritating, much less inclined to fall upon their knees before a coin of the realmthan those at Besancon; they, for their part, supposed him to be consumptive. The Marquis had given him a horse.

Afraid of their seeing him when he was out riding, Julien had toldthem that this exercise had been ordered him by the doctors. The abbePirard had taken him to a number of Jansenist societies. Julien was astonished; the idea of religion was inseparably linked in his mind with that of hypocrisy, and the hope of making money. He admired these devoutand stern men who took no interest in the budget. Several of the Jansenists had formed an affection for him and gave him advice. A new worldopened before him. He met among the Jansenists a certain ConteAltamira, a man six feet in height, a Liberal under sentence of death inhis own country, and a devout Catholic. This strange incongruity, religion wedded to a love of freedom, impressed him.

Julien was out of favour with the young Count. Norbert had foundthat he replied with too much warmth to the pleasantries of certain of hisfriends. Julien after being guilty once or twice of a breach of good manners, had pledged himself never to address another word to Mademoiselle Mathilde. They were always perfectly civil to him at the Hotel de LaMole; but he felt that he had fallen in their esteem. His provincial common sense explained this change in the words of the popular proverb:

'new is beautiful.'

Perhaps his perception was now a little clearer than at first, or else thefirst fascination produced by the urbanity of Paris had ceased.

As soon as he stopped working, he fell into the clutches of a deadlyboredom; this was the withering effect of the politeness, admirable in itself, but so measured, so perfectly graduated according to one's position,which is a mark of high society. A heart that is at all sensitive discernsthe artificiality.

No doubt, provincials may be accused of a trace of vulgarity, or of awant of politeness; but they do show a little warmth in answering one.

Never, in the Hotel de La Mole, was Julien's self-esteem wounded; butoften, at the end of the day he felt inclined to weep. In the provinces, awaiter in a cafe takes an interest in you if you meet with some accidenton entering his cafe; but if that accident involves anything capable ofwounding your vanity, then, in condoling with you, he will repeat againand again the word that makes you wince. In Paris they are so considerate as to turn their backs to laugh at you, but you will always remain astranger.

We pass without comment over a multitude of minor adventureswhich would have brought Julien into ridicule had he not been in a sensebeneath ridicule. An insane self-consciousness made him commit thousands of blunders. All his pleasures were forms of precaution; he practised with his pistol every day, and was numbered among the morepromising pupils of the most famous fencing masters. Whenever he hada moment to spare, instead of spending it with a book as at one time, he would dash to the riding school and as ask for the most vicious horses.

In his outings with the riding master, he was almost invariably thrown.

The Marquis found him useful owing to his persistent hard work, hisreticence and his intelligence, and, by degrees, entrusted him with thehandling of all his business that was at all complicated. In those moments in which his lofty ambition allowed him some relaxation, the Marquis did his business with sagacity; being in a position to hear all thelatest news, he speculated with success. He bought houses, timber; buthe took offence easily. He gave away hundreds of louis and went to lawover hundreds of francs. Rich men with big ideas seek amusement andnot results from their private undertakings. The Marquis needed a chiefof staff who would put all his financial affairs into an easily intelligibleorder.

Madame de La Mole, albeit of so restrained a character, would sometimes make fun of Julien. The unexpected, an outcome of sensibility, horrifies great ladies; it is a direct challenge to all the conventions. On two orthree occasions the Marquis took his part: 'If he is absurd in yourdrawing-room, in his own office he reigns supreme.' Julien, for his part,thought he could divine the Marquise's secret. She deigned to take an interest in everything as soon as her servants announced the Baron de LaJoumate. This was a chilly creature, with expressionless features. He wassmall, thin, ugly, very well dressed, he spent all his time at the Chateauand, as a rule, had nothing to say about anything. His speech revealedhis mind. Madame de La Mole would have been passionately happy, forthe first time in her life, if she could have secured him as a husband forher daughter.