of heavy country witticisms, or relating noisy and interminable stories
of their hunting adventures. Their conversation was very trying to
Julien's nerves. Nevertheless, he endeavored to fulfil his duties as
master of the house, throwing in a word now and then, so as to appear
interested in their gossip, but he ate hardly a mouthful. His features
had a pinched expression, and every now and then he caught himself trying
to smother a yawn. His companions at the table could not understand a
young man of twenty-eight years who drank nothing but water, scorned all
enjoyment in eating, and only laughed forcedly under compulsion. At
last, disturbed by the continued taciturnity of their host, they rose
from the table sooner than their wont, and prepared to take leave.
Before their departure, Arbillot the notary, passed his arm familiarly
through that of Julien and led him into an adjoining room, which served
as billiard-hall and library.

"Monsieur de Buxieres," said he, pointing to a pile of law papers heaped
upon the green cloth of the table; "see what I have prepared for you; you
will find there all the titles and papers relating to the real estate,
pictures, current notes, and various matters of your inheritance. You
had better keep them under lock and key, and study them at your leisure.
You will find them very interesting. I need hardly say," he added, "that
I am at your service for any necessary advice or explanation. But, in
respect to any minor details, you can apply to Claudet Sejournant, who is
very intelligent in such matters, and a good man of business. And, by
the way, Monsieur de Buxieres, will you allow me to commend the young man
especially to your kindly consideration."

But Julien interrupted him with an imperious gesture, and replied,
frowning angrily: