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text: CHAPTER LXXII[1]
  
  
  When Julien was taken back to prison he had been taken into a room
  intended for those who were condemned to death. Although a man who in
  the usual way would notice the most petty details, he had quite failed
  to observe that he had not been taken up to his turret. He was thinking
  of what he would say to madame de Renal if he had the happiness of
  seeing her before the final moment. He thought that she would break
  into what he was saying and was anxious to be able to express his
  absolute repentance with his very first words. "How can I convince her
  that I love her alone after committing an action like that? For after
  all, it was either out of ambition, or out of love for Mathilde, that I
  wanted to kill her."
  
  As he went to bed, he came across sheets of a rough coarse material.
  "Ah! I am in the condemned cell, he said to himself. That is right.
  
  "Comte Altamira used to tell me that Danton, on the eve of his death,
  would say in his loud voice: 'it is singular but you cannot conjugate
  the verb guillotine in all its tenses: of course you can say, I shall
  be guillotined, thou shalt be guillotined, but you don't say, I have
  been guillotined.'
  
  "Why not?" went on Julien, "if there is another life.... Upon my word,
  it will be all up with me if I find the God of the Christians there: He
  is a tyrant, and as such, he is full of ideas of vengeance: his Bible
  speaks of nothing but atrocious punishment. I never liked him--I could
  never get myself to believe that anyone really liked him. He has no
  pity (and he remembered several passages in the Bible) he will punish
  me atrociously.
  
  "But supposing I find Fenelon's God: He will perhaps say to me: 'Much
  forgiveness will be vouchsafed to thee, inasmuch as thou hast loved
  much.'
  
  "Have I loved much? Ah! I loved madame de Renal, but my conduct has
  been atrocious. In that, as in other cases, simple modest merit was
  abandoned for the sake of what was brilliant.
  
  "But still, what fine prospects? Colonel of Hussars, if we had had a
  war: secretary of a legation during peace: then ambassador ... for
  I should soon have picked up politics ... and even if I had been an
  idiot, would the marquis de la Mole's son-in-law have had any rivalry
  to fear? All my stupidities have been forgiven, or rather, counted
  as merits. A man of merit, then, and living in the grandest style at
  Vienna or London.
  
  "Not exactly, monsieur. Guillotined in three days' time."
  
  Julien laughed heartily at this sally of his wit. "As a matter of fact,
  man has two beings within him, he thought. Who the devil can have
  thought of such a sinister notion?"
  
  "Well, yes, my friend: guillotined in three days," he answered the
  interruptor. "M. de Cholin will hire a window and share the expense
  with the abbe Maslon. Well, which of those two worthy personages
  will rob the other over the price paid for hiring that window?" The
  following passage from Rotrou's "Venceslas" suddenly came back into his
  mind:--
  
                LADISLAS
      .................Mon ame est toute prete.
      THE KING, _father of Ladislas_.
      L'echafaud l'est aussi: portez-y-votre tete.
  
  "A good repartee" he thought, as he went to sleep. He was awakened in
  the morning by someone catching hold of him violently.
  
  "What! already," said Julien, opening his haggard eyes. He thought he
  was already in the executioner's hands.
  
  It was Mathilde. "Luckily, she has not understood me." This reflection
  restored all his self possession. He found Mathilde as changed as
  though she had gone through a six months' illness: she was really not
  recognisable.
  
  "That infamous Frilair has betrayed me," she said to him, wringing her
  hands. Her fury prevented her from crying.
  
  "Was I not fine when I made my speech yesterday?" answered Julien. "I
  was improvising for the first time in my life! It is true that it is to
  be feared that it will also be the last."
  
  At this moment, Julien was playing on Mathilde's character with all
  the self-possession of a clever pianist, whose fingers are on the
  instrument.... "It is true," he added, "that I lack the advantage of a
  distinguished birth, but Mathilde's great soul has lifted her lover up
  to her own level. Do you think that Boniface de la Mole would have cut
  a better figure before his judges?"
  
  On this particular day, Mathilde was as unaffectedly tender as a poor
  girl living in a fifth storey. But she failed to extract from him any
  simpler remark. He was paying her back without knowing it for all the
  torture she had frequently inflicted on him.
  
  "The sources of the Nile are unknown," said Julien to himself: "it has
  not been vouchsafed to the human eye to see the king of rivers as a
  simple brook: similarly, no human eye shall see Julien weak. In the
  first place because he is not so. But I have a heart which it is easy
  to touch. The most commonplace words, if said in a genuine tone, can
  make my voice broken and even cause me to shed tears. How often have
  frigid characters not despised me for this weakness. They thought that
  I was asking a favour: that is what I cannot put up with.
  
  "It is said that when at the foot of the scaffold, Danton was affected
  by the thought of his wife: but Danton had given strength to a nation
  of coxcombs and prevented the enemy from reaching Paris.... I alone
  know what I should have been able to do.... I represent to the others
  at the very outside, simply A PERHAPS.
  
  "If madame de Renal had been here in my cell instead of Mathilde,
  should I have been able to have answered for myself? The extremity of
  my despair and my repentance would have been taken for a craven fear of
  death by the Valenods and all the patricians of the locality. They are
  so proud, are those feeble spirits, whom their pecuniary position puts
  above temptation! 'You see what it is to be born a carpenter's son,'
  M. de Moirod and de Cholin doubtless said after having condemned me to
  death! 'A man can learn to be learned and clever, but the qualities of
  the heart--the qualities of the heart cannot be learnt.' Even in the
  case of this poor Mathilde, who is crying now, or rather, who cannot
  cry," he said to himself, as he looked at her red eyes.... And he
  clasped her in his arms: the sight of a genuine grief made him forget
  the sequence of his logic.... "She has perhaps cried all the night," he
  said to himself, "but how ashamed she will be of this memory on some
  future day! She will regard herself as having been led astray in her
  first youth by a plebeian's low view of life.... Le Croisenois is weak
  enough to marry her, and upon my word, he will do well to do so. She
  will make him play a part."
  
      "Du droit qu'un esprit ferme et vaste en ses desseins
      A sur l'esprit grossier des vulgaires humaines."
  
  "Ah! that's really humorous; since I have been doomed to die, all the
  verses I ever knew in my life are coming back into my memory. It must
  be a sign of demoralisation."
  
  Mathilde kept on repeating in a choked voice: "He is there in the next
  room." At last he paid attention to what she was saying. "Her voice is
  weak," he thought, "but all the imperiousness of her character comes
  out in her intonation. She lowers her voice in order to avoid getting
  angry."
  
  "And who is there?" he said, gently.
  
  "The advocate, to get you to sign your appeal."
  
  "I shall not appeal."
  
  "What! you will not appeal," she said, getting up, with her eyes
  sparkling with rage. "And why, if you please?"
  
  "Because I feel at the present time that I have the courage to die
  without giving people occasion to laugh too much at my expense. And
  who will guarantee that I shall be in so sound a frame of mind in two
  months' time, after living for a long time in this damp cell? I foresee
  interviews with the priests, with my father. I can imagine nothing more
  unpleasant. Let's die."
  
  This unexpected opposition awakened all the haughtiness of Mathilde's
  character. She had not managed to see the abbe de Frilair before the
  time when visitors were admitted to the cells in the Besancon prison.
  Her fury vented itself on Julien. She adored him, and nevertheless she
  exhibited for a good quarter of an hour in her invective against his,
  Julien's, character, and her regret at having ever loved him, the
  same haughty soul which had formerly overwhelmed him with such cutting
  insults in the library of the Hotel de la Mole.
  
  "In justice to the glory of your stock, Heaven should have had you born
  a man," he said to her.
  
  "But as for myself," he thought, "I should be very foolish to go on
  living for two more months in this disgusting place, to serve as a
  butt for all the infamous humiliations which the patrician party can
  devise,[2] and having the outburst of this mad woman for my only
  consolation.... Well, the morning after to-morrow I shall fight a duel
  with a man known for his self-possession and his remarkable skill ...
  his very remarkable skill," said the Mephistophelian part of him; "he
  never makes a miss. Well, so be it--good." (Mathilde continued to wax
  eloquent). "No, not for a minute," he said to himself, "I shall not
  appeal."
  
  Having made this resolution, he fell into meditation....
  
  "The courier will bring the paper at six o'clock as usual, as he
  passes; at eight o'clock, after M. de Renal has finished reading it,
  Elisa will go on tiptoe and place it on her bed. Later on she will wake
  up; suddenly, as she reads it she will become troubled; her pretty
  hands will tremble; she will go on reading down to these words: _At
  five minutes past ten he had ceased to exist_.
  
  "She will shed hot tears, I know her; it will matter nothing that I
  tried to assassinate her--all will be forgotten, and the person whose
  life I wished to take will be the only one who will sincerely lament my
  death.
  
  "Ah, that's a good paradox," he thought, and he thought about nothing
  except madame de Renal during the good quarter of an hour which the
  scene Mathilde was making still lasted. In spite of himself, and though
  he made frequent answers to what Mathilde was saying, he could not take
  his mind away from the thought of the bedroom at Verrieres. He saw the
  Besancon Gazette on the counterpane of orange taffeta; he saw that
  white hand clutching at it convulsively. He saw madame de Renal cry....
  He followed the path of every tear over her charming face.
  
  Mademoiselle de la Mole, being unable to get anything out of Julien,
  asked the advocate to come in. Fortunately, he was an old captain of
  the Italian army of 1796, where he had been a comrade of Manuel.
  
  He opposed the condemned man's resolution as a matter of form. Wishing
  to treat him with respect, Julien explained all his reasons.
  
  "Upon my word, I can understand a man taking the view you do," said
  M. Felix Vaneau (that was the advocate's name) to him at last. "But
  you have three full days in which to appeal, and it is my duty to come
  back every day. If a volcano were to open under the prison between now
  and two months' time you would be saved. You might die of illness," he
  said, looking at Julien.
  
  Julien pressed his hand--"I thank you, you are a good fellow. I will
  think it over."
  
  And when Mathilde eventually left with the advocate, he felt much more
  affection for the advocate than for her.
  
  
  [1] There is no heading to this and the following chapters in the
  original.--TRANSL.
  
  [2] The speaker is a Jacobin.
  
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Part 2, Chapter 42
target: Julien returns to prison and goes into a cell reserved for people on death row. So yeah, the trial didn't work out so well. He can't help but think of what a bright future he's wasting, and he gives into despair. In three days, he'll have his head chopped off. Mathilde comes in and starts talking about his appeal, but he says he has no intention of appealing. His lawyer visits again, and he gets the guy to go away by saying that he's willing to consider an appeal.