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It
soon
assumed
a
serious
character
.
Then
incessant
remorse
deprived
Madame
de
Rênal
of
even
her
power
of
sleep
.
She
ensconced
herself
in
a
gloomy
silence
:
if
she
had
opened
her
mouth
,
it
would
only
have
been
to
confess
her
crime
to
God
and
mankind
.
"
I
urge
you
,
"
said
Julien
to
her
,
as
soon
as
they
got
alone
,
"
not
to
speak
to
anyone
.
Let
me
be
the
sole
confidant
of
your
sufferings
.
If
you
still
love
me
,
do
not
speak
.
Your
words
will
not
be
able
to
take
away
our
Stanislas
’
fever
.
"
But
his
consolations
produced
no
effect
.
He
did
not
know
that
Madame
de
Rênal
had
got
it
into
her
head
that
,
in
order
to
appease
the
wrath
of
a
jealous
God
,
it
was
necessary
either
to
hate
Julien
,
or
let
her
son
die
.
It
was
because
she
felt
she
could
not
hate
her
lover
that
she
was
so
unhappy
.
"
Fly
from
me
,
"
she
said
one
day
to
Julien
.
"
In
the
name
of
God
leave
this
house
.
It
is
your
presence
here
which
kills
my
son
.
God
punishes
me
,
"
she
added
in
a
low
voice
.
"
He
is
just
.
I
admire
his
fairness
.
My
crime
is
awful
,
and
I
was
living
without
remorse
,
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
That
was
the
first
sign
of
my
desertion
of
God
:
I
ought
to
be
doubly
punished
.
"
Julien
was
profoundly
touched
.
He
could
see
in
this
neither
hypocrisy
nor
exaggeration
.
"
She
thinks
that
she
is
killing
her
son
by
loving
me
,
and
all
the
same
the
unhappy
woman
loves
me
more
than
her
son
.
I
cannot
doubt
it
.
It
is
remorse
for
that
which
is
killing
her
.
Those
sentiments
of
hers
have
real
greatness
.
But
how
could
I
have
inspired
such
a
love
,
I
who
am
so
poor
,
so
badly
-
educated
,
so
ignorant
,
and
sometimes
so
coarse
in
my
manners
?
"
One
night
the
child
was
extremely
ill
.
At
about
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
,
M
.
de
Rênal
came
to
see
it
.
The
child
consumed
by
fever
,
and
extremely
flushed
,
could
not
recognise
its
father
.
Suddenly
Madame
de
Rênal
threw
herself
at
her
husband
’
s
feet
;
Julien
saw
that
she
was
going
to
confess
everything
and
ruin
herself
for
ever
.
Fortunately
this
extraordinary
proceeding
annoyed
M
.
de
Rênal
.
"
Adieu
!
Adieu
!
"
he
said
,
going
away
.
"
No
,
listen
to
me
,
"
cried
his
wife
on
her
knees
before
him
,
trying
to
hold
him
back
.
"
Hear
the
whole
truth
.
It
is
I
who
am
killing
my
son
.
I
gave
him
life
,
and
I
am
taking
it
back
.
Heaven
is
punishing
me
.
In
the
eyes
of
God
I
am
guilty
of
murder
.
It
is
necessary
that
I
should
ruin
and
humiliate
myself
.
Perhaps
that
sacrifice
will
appease
the
Lord
.
"
If
M
.
de
Rênal
had
been
a
man
of
any
imagination
,
he
would
then
have
realized
everything
.
