Making Her AfraidSo this is the fine miracle of your civilisation! You have turnedlove into an ordinary matter.

　　BARNAVEJulien hurried to Madame de La Mole's box. His eyes met first the tearful eyes of Mathilde; she was weeping without restraint, there was noone present but people of minor importance, the friend who had lentthem the box and some men of her acquaintance. Mathilde laid her handupon Julien's; she seemed to have forgotten all fear of her mother. Almost stifled by her sobs, she said nothing to him but the single word:

　　'Guarantees!'

　　'Whatever I do, I must not speak to her,' thought Julien, greatly movedhimself, and covering his eyes as best he could with his hand, ostensiblyto avoid the lustre that was blazing into the boxes on the third tier. 'If Ispeak, she can no longer doubt the intensity of my emotion, the sound ofmy voice will betray me, all may be lost once more.'

　　His struggles were far more painful than in the morning, his spirit hadhad time to grow disturbed. He was afraid of seeing Mathilde's vanitywounded. Frantic with love and passion, he pledged himself not tospeak to her.

　　This is, to my mind, one of the finest traits of his character; a personcapable of such an effort to control himself may go far, si fata sinant.

　　Mademoiselle de La Mole insisted upon taking Julien home. Fortunately it was raining in torrents. But the Marquise made him sit facingherself, talked to him continuously, and prevented his saying a word toher daughter. One would have thought that the Marquise was concernedfor Julien's happiness; no longer afraid of destroying everything by theintensity of his emotion, he abandoned himself to it with frenzy.

　　 Dare I say that on entering his own room Julien threw himself on hisknees and covered with kisses the love letters given him by PrinceKorasoff?

　　'Oh, you great man! What do I not owe to you?' he cried in his frenzy.

　　Gradually a little coolness returned to him. He compared himself to ageneral who had just won the first half of a great battle. 'The advantageis certain, immense,' he said to himself; 'but what is going to happen tomorrow? An instant may ruin everything.'

　　He opened with a passionate impulse the Memoirs dictated at SaintHelena by Napoleon, and for two solid hours forced himself to read them;his eyes alone read the words, no matter, he forced himself to the task.

　　During this strange occupation, his head and heart, rising to the level ofeverything that is most great, were at work without his knowledge. 'Thisis a very different heart from Madame de Renal's,' he said to himself, buthe went no farther.

　　'Make her afraid,' he cried of a sudden, flinging the book from him.

　　'The enemy will obey me only so long as I make him fear me, then hewill not dare to despise me.'

　　He paced up and down his little room, wild with joy. To be frank, thishappiness was due to pride rather than love.

　　'Make her afraid!' he repeated proudly to himself, and he had reasonto be proud. 'Even in her happiest moments, Madame de Renal alwaysdoubted whether my love were equal to hers. Here, it is a demon that Iam conquering, I must therefore conquer.'

　　He knew well that next morning, by eight o'clock, Mathilde would bein the library; he did not appear there until nine, burning with love, buthis head controlled his heart. Not a single minute passed, perhaps,without his repeating to himself: 'Always keep her mind occupied withthe great uncertainty: "Does he love me?" Her privileged position, theflattery she receives from all who speak to her make her a little too muchinclined to self-assurance.'

　　He found her pale, calm, seated upon the divan, but incapable, apparently, of making any movement. She offered him her hand.

　　'Dear, I have offended you, it is true; you are perhaps vexed with me?'

　　Julien was not expecting so simple a tone. He was on the point of betraying himself.

　　'You wish for guarantees, dear,' she went on after a silence which shehad hoped to see broken; 'that is only fair. Carry me off, let us start for London. I shall be ruined for ever, disgraced … ' She found the courageto withdraw her hand from Julien so as to hide her eyes with it. All thesentiments of modesty and feminine virtue had returned to her heart …'Very well! Disgrace me,' she said at length with a sigh, 'it is a guarantee.'

　　'Yesterday I was happy, because I had the courage to be severe withmyself,' thought Julien. After a brief interval of silence, he gained sufficient mastery over his heart to say in an icy tone:

　　'Once we are on the road to London, once you are disgraced, to useyour own words, who can promise me that you will love me? That mycompany in the post-chaise will not seem to you an annoyance? I am nota monster, to have ruined your reputation will be to me only an additional grief. It is not your po............