Why would I? I was injured in an atrocious manner j killed him, I deserve death, but that’s all. I die after my account resulted to humanity. I do not leave any unfulfilled obligations, I owe nothing to anyone, my death is nothing to be ashamed of that instrument: that alone, it is true, rich enough for my shame in the eyes of the citizens of Verrières, but under the from an intellectual, what is more despicable! I still have a way to be significant to them: it is the people to throw gold coins by going to the scaffold. My memory, linked to the idea of ​​gold is shining for them.

Following this reasoning, which in a minute seemed obvious: I have nothing more to do on earth, he said to himself, and he slept soundly.

About nine o’clock, the jailer woke him by giving him supper.

-What do they say in Verrieres?

-Sir Julian, I took the oath before the crucifix, at the royal court, the day I was installed in my place, forces me to silence.

He was silent, but still. The sight of the vulgar hypocrisy amused Julien. We must, he thought, I will make him wait long for the five francs he wants to sell me his conscience.