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feat_summary_id: part 2, chapter 21
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text: CHAPTER LI
  
  THE SECRET NOTE
  
  
          I have seen everything I relate, and if I may have made
          a mistake when I saw it, I am certainly not deceiving
          you in telling you of it.
                                        _Letter to the author_.
  
  
  The marquis summoned him; M. de la Mole looked rejuvenated, his eye was
  brilliant.
  
  "Let us discuss your memory a little," he said to Julien, "it is said
  to be prodigious. Could you learn four pages by heart and go and say
  them at London, but without altering a single word?"
  
  The marquis was irritably fingering, the day's _Quotidienne_, and was
  trying in vain to hide an extreme seriousness which Julien had never
  noticed in him before, even when discussing the Frilair lawsuit.
  
  Julien had already learned sufficient manners to appreciate that he
  ought to appear completely taken in by the lightness of tone which was
  being manifested.
  
  "This number of the _Quotidienne_ is not very amusing possibly, but if
  M. the marquis will allow me, I shall do myself the honour to-morrow
  morning of reciting it to him from beginning to end."
  
  "What, even the advertisements?"
  
  "Quite accurately and without leaving out a word."
  
  "You give me your word?" replied the marquis with sudden gravity.
  
  "Yes, monsieur; the only thing which could upset my memory is the fear
  of breaking my promise."
  
  "The fact is, I forgot to put this question to you yesterday: I am
  not going to ask for your oath never to repeat what you are going to
  hear. I know you too well to insult you like that. I have answered for
  you. I am going to take you into a salon where a dozen persons will he
  assembled. You will make a note of what each one says.
  
  "Do not be uneasy. It will not be a confused conversation by any means.
  Each one will speak in his turn, though not necessarily in an orderly
  manner," added the marquis falling back into that light, subtle manner
  which was so natural to him. "While we are talking, you will write out
  twenty pages and will come back here with me, and we will get those
  twenty pages down to four, and those are the four pages you will recite
  to me to-morrow morning instead of the four pages of the _Quotidienne_.
  You will leave immediately afterwards. You must post about like a
  young man travelling on pleasure. Your aim will be to avoid attracting
  attention. You will arrive at the house of a great personage. You will
  there need more skill. Your business will then be to take in all his
  entourage, for among his secretaries and his servants are some people
  who have sold themselves to our enemies, and who spy on our travelling
  agents in order to intercept them.
  
  "You will have an insignificant letter of introduction. At the moment
  his Excellency looks at you, you will take out this watch of mine,
  which I will lend you for the journey. Wear it now, it will be so much
  done; at any rate give me yours.
  
  "The duke himself will be good enough to write at your dictation the
  four pages you have learnt by heart.
  
  "Having done this, but not earlier, mind you, you can, if his
  Excellency questions you, tell him about the meeting at which you are
  now going to be present.
  
  "You will be prevented from boring yourself on the journey between
  Paris and the minister's residence by the thought that there are people
  who would like nothing better than to fire a shot at M. the abbe Sorel.
  In that case that gentleman's mission will be finished, and I see a
  great delay, for how are we to know of your death, my dear friend? Even
  your zeal cannot go to the length of informing us of it.
  
  "Run straight away and buy a complete suit," went on the marquis
  seriously. "Dress in the fashion of two years ago. To-night you must
  look somewhat badly groomed. When you travel, on the other hand, you
  will be as usual. Does this surprise you? Does your suspiciousness
  guess the secret? Yes, my friend, one of the venerable personages you
  are going to hear deliver his opinion, is perfectly capable of giving
  information as the result of which you stand a very good chance of
  being given at least opium some fine evening in some good inn where you
  will have asked for supper."
  
  "It is better," said Julien, "to do an extra thirty leagues and not
  take the direct road. It is a case of Rome, I suppose...." The marquis
  assumed an expression of extreme haughtiness and dissatisfaction which
  Julien had never seen him wear since Bray-le-Haut.
  
  "That is what you will know, monsieur, when I think it proper to tell
  you. I do not like questions."
  
  "That was not one," answered Julien eagerly. "I swear, monsieur, I was
  thinking quite aloud. My mind was trying to find out the safest route."
  
  "Yes, it seems your mind was a very long way off. Remember that an
  emissary, and particularly one of your age should not appear to be a
  man who forces confidences."
  
  Julien was very mortified; he was in the wrong. His vanity tried to
  find an excuse and did not find one.
  
  "You understand," added monsieur de la Mole, "that one always falls
  back on one's heart when one has committed some mistake."
  
  An hour afterwards Julien was in the marquis's ante-chamber. He looked
  quite like a servant with his old clothes, a tie of a dubious white,
  and a certain touch of the usher in his whole appearance. The marquis
  burst out laughing as he saw him, and it was only then that Julien's
  justification was complete.
  
  "If this young man betrays me," said M. de la Mole to himself, "whom is
  one to trust? And yet, when one acts, one must trust someone. My son
  and his brilliant friends of the same calibre have as much courage and
  loyalty as a hundred thousand men. If it were necessary to fight, they
  would die on the steps of the throne. They know everything--except
  what one needs in emergency. Devil take me if I can find a single one
  among them who can learn four pages by heart and do a hundred leagues
  without being tracked down. Norbert would know how to sell his life as
  dearly as his grandfathers did. But any conscript could do as much."
  
  The marquis fell into a profound reverie. "As for selling one's life
  too," he said with a sigh, "perhaps this Sorel would manage it quite as
  well as he could.
  
  "Let us get into the carriage," said the marquis as though to chase
  away an unwanted idea.
  
  "Monsieur," said Julien, "while they were getting this suit ready for
  me, I learnt the first page of to-days _Quotidienne_ by heart."
  
  The marquis took the paper. Julien recited it without making a single
  mistake. "Good," said the marquis, who this night felt very diplomatic.
  "During the time he takes over this our young man will not notice the
  streets through which we are passing."
  
  They arrived in a big salon that looked melancholy enough and was
  partly upholstered in green velvet. In the middle of the room
  a scowling lackey had just placed a big dining-table which he
  subsequently changed into a writing-table by means of an immense green
  inkstained tablecloth which had been plundered from some minister.
  
  The master of the house was an enormous man whose name was not
  pronounced. Julien thought he had the appearance and eloquence of a
  man who ruminated. At a sign from the marquis, Julien had remained at
  the lower end of the table. In order to keep himself in countenance,
  he began to cut quills. He counted out of the corner of his eye seven
  visitors, but Julien could only see their backs. Two seemed to him
  to be speaking to M. de la Mole on a footing of equality, the others
  seemed more or less respectful.
  
  A new person entered without being announced. "This is strange,"
  thought Julien. "People are not announced in this salon. Is this
  precaution taken in my honour?" Everybody got up to welcome the new
  arrival. He wore the same extremely distinguished decoration as three
  of the other persons who were in the salon. They talked fairly low. In
  endeavouring to form an opinion of the new comer, Julien was reduced to
  seeing what he could learn from his features and his appearance. He was
  short and thick-set. He had a high colour and a brilliant eye and an
  expression that looked like a malignant boar, and nothing else.
  
  Julien's attention was partly distracted by the almost immediate
  arrival of a very different kind of person. It was a tall very thin
  man who wore three or four waistcoats. His eye was caressing, his
  demeanour polite.
  
  "He looks exactly like the old bishop of Besancon," thought Julien.
  This man evidently belonged to the church, was apparently not more than
  fifty to fifty-five years of age, and no one could have looked more
  paternal than he did.
  
  The young bishop of Agde appeared. He looked very astonished when,
  in making a scrutiny of those present, his gaze fell upon Julien. He
  had not spoken to him since the ceremony of Bray-le-Haut. His look of
  surprise embarrassed and irritated Julien. "What!" he said to himself,
  "will knowing a man always turn out unfortunate for me? I don't feel
  the least bit intimidated by all those great lords whom I have never
  seen, but the look of that young bishop freezes me. I must admit that I
  am a very strange and very unhappy person."
  
  An extremely swarthy little man entered noisily soon afterwards and
  started talking as soon as he reached the door. He had a yellow
  complexion and looked a little mad. As soon as this ruthless talker
  arrived, the others formed themselves into knots with the apparent
  object of avoiding the bother of listening to him.
  
  As they went away from the mantelpiece they came near the lower end
  of the table where Julien was placed. His countenance became more and
  more embarrassed, for whatever efforts he made, he could not avoid
  hearing, and in spite of all his lack of experience he appreciated
  all the moment of the things which they were discussing with such
  complete frankness, and the importance which the high personages whom
  he apparently had under his observation must attach to their being kept
  secret.
  
  Julien had already cut twenty quills as slowly as possible; this
  distraction would shortly be no longer available. He looked in vain at
  M. de la Mole's eyes for an order; the marquis had forgotten him.
  
  "What I am doing is ridiculous," he said to himself as he cut his
  quills, "but persons with so mediocre an appearance and who are
  handling such great interests either for themselves or for others must
  be extremely liable to take offence. My unfortunate look has a certain
  questioning and scarcely respectful expression, which will doubtless
  irritate them. But if I palpably lower my eyes I shall look as if I
  were picking up every word they said."
  
  His embarrassment was extreme, he was listening to strange things.
  
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Part 2, Chapter 21
target: The Marquis de La Mole summons Julien and tests his famous memory to see whether he can memorize an entire page of a newspaper instantly. He wants Julien to come with him to a secret political meeting and to memorize everything he hears so that he can deliver the message to a duke form a foreign country. The marquis is worried that spies will try to stop Julien along the way and read anything that's written down. That's why Julien needs to have the thing in his memory. The marquis tells him to buy himself some new clothes in order to disguise his identity. The marquis takes Julien to a secret meeting, ensuring that Julien is not aware of where they are in Paris. One by one, a bunch of very important people, including bishops and event the Prime Minister, enter the room.