francs, gentlemen. I thought the gates of heaven had opened.
"'But,' I said to Giovannone, 'how shall I get the strict Zingarelli to let me go out?'
"'Lascia fare a me.'"
"Leave it to me," exclaimed the eldest of the children.
"Quite right, my young sir. Signor Giovannone he says to me, 'First sign this little piece of paper, my dear friend.' I sign.
"He gives me three ducats. I had never seen so much money. Then he told me what I had to do.
"Next day I asked the terrible Zingarelli for an audience. His old valet ushered me in.
"'What do you want of me, you naughty boy?' said Zingarelli.
"'Maestro,' I said, 'I repent of all my faults. I will never go out of the Conservatoire by passing through the iron grill. I will redouble my diligence.'
"'If I were not frightened of spoiling the finest bass voice I have ever heard, I would put you in prison for a fortnight on bread and water, you rascal.'
"'Maestro,' I answered, 'I will be the model boy of the whole school, credete a me, but I would ask one favour of you. If anyone comes and asks permission for me to sing outside, refuse. As a favour, please say that you cannot let me.'
"'And who the devil do you think is going to ask for a ne'er-do-well like you? Do you think I should ever allow you to leave the Conservatoire? Do you want to make fun of me? Clear out! Clear out!' he said, trying to give me a kick, 'or look out for prison and dry bread.'"
One thing astonished Julien. The solitary weeks passed at Verrières in de Rênal's house had been a period of happiness for him. He had only experienced revulsions and sad thoughts at the dinners to which he had been invited. And was he not able to read, write and reflect, without being distracted, in this solitary house? He was not distracted every moment from his brilliant reveries by the cruel necessity of studying the movement of a false soul in order to deceive it by intrigue and hypocrisy.
"To think of happiness being so near to me—the expense of a life like that is small enough. I could have my
