It was still only ten o'clock; Julien, intoxicated with happiness and with the sense of his own power, so novel to a poor devil like himself, went off to the Italian opera. He heard his friend Geronimo sing.
Il n’était encore que dix heures ; Julien, ivre de bonheur et du sentiment de sa puissance, si nouveau pour un pauvre diable, entra à l’Opéra italien.