so, I think it unworthy both of you and of myself to try and deceive him, even for a single minute."
"Great heavens, what are you going to do?" said Julien in alarm.
"My duty," she answered with eyes shining with joy.
She thought she was showing more nobility than her lover.
"But he will pack me off in disgrace."
"It is his right to do so, we must respect it. I will give you my arm, and we will go out by the front door in full daylight."
Julien was thunderstruck and requested her to put it off for a week.
"I cannot," she answered, "it is the voice of honour, I have seen my duty, I must follow it, and follow it at once."
"Well, I order you to put it off," said Julien at last. "Your honour is safe for the present. I am your husband. The position of us will be changed by this momentous step. I too am within my rights. To-day is Tuesday, next Tuesday is the duke de Retz's at home; when M. de la Mole comes home in the evening the porter will give him the fatal letter. His only thought is to make you a duchess, I am sure of it. Think of his unhappiness."
"You mean, think of his vengeance?"
"It may be that I pity my benefactor, and am grieved at injuring him, but I do not fear, and shall never fear anyone."
Mathilde yielded. This was the first occasion, since she had informed Julien of her condition, that he had spoken to her authoritatively. She had never loved him so much. The tender part of his soul had found happiness in seizing on Mathilde's condition as an excuse for refraining from his cruel remarks to her. The question of the confession to M. de la Mole deeply moved him. Was he going to be separated from Mathilde? And, however grieved she would be to see him go, would she have a thought for him after his departure?
He was almost equally horrified by the thought of the justified reproaches which the marquis might address to him.
In the evening he confessed to Mathilde the second reason for his anxiety, and then led away by his love, confessed the first as well.
