'It is strange,' Julien said to himself one day as Mathilde was leaving his prison, 'that so warm a passion, and one of which I am the object, leaves me so unmoved! And I worshipped her two months ago!
Il est singulier, se disait Julien, un jour que Mathilde sortait de sa prison, qu’une passion si vive et dont je suis l’objet me laisse tellement insensible ! et je l’adorais il y a deux mois !