Naturally poor Julie abhorred the opinions of the marchioness and her
circle; but she had not had enough experience, she did not sufficiently
appreciate the general tendency of her time to realize the utter
puerility of the persecutions she would have had to undergo if she had
resolved to live in accordance with the dictates of her heart and her
conscience. In that cage of prejudice she was like a bird which thinks
that the world has formed itself into a cage about him, and which no
longer understands the breath of the wind among the leaves and the
flight of other birds through space.
"There may be happy people," she said to herself, "but how far away they
are. And how can I join them?"
In like manner, on the eve of a terrible revolution, the prisoners of
the past wept over their chains and believed that they were riveted upon
them for all eternity. Nevertheless Julie, the greater part of the time,
forgot this whole matter of external facts to lose herself in vague
contemplations and in secret preoccupations of a new sort. We shall soon
see what the subject of them was, and how great difficulty that generous
but timid heart had in coming to terms with itself.
A fortnight had passed since the disaster to the _Antonia_, and Madame
d'Estrelle had neither seen nor heard of Julien. She might have believed
that he had never existed and that their two interviews were a dream.
Madame Thierry had not set foot in the garden, and when Julie, surprised
at her continued absence, sent to inquire for her, the answer was that
she was a little indisposed--nothing alarming--but forced to keep her
room.
Marcel, when she questioned him, evaded her questions, confirmed the
statement as to his aunt's slight indisposition, but went into no
details. Julie dared not insist; she divined that her neighbor was
determined to break off every sort of relation, every pretext for
communication, even indirect, between her and Julien.
At last, one morning, Madame Thierry reappeared, when Julie least
expected her. In reply to Julie's reserved and timid questions, she said
effusively:
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