"The purchase of your house at Sèvres and its presentation to you depend on that letter."
"Very good, uncle. In that case, many thanks,"
"You have an air——"
"I have no air at all. Look at me."
Antoine could not support Julien's piercing and fearless glance.
"Come, off with you!" he said angrily; "take my letter."
"I will go at once," said Julien.
He took up his hat.
"Where shall I bring you the reply?"
"In the street, in front of the house, where I will wait for you. Let us both go."
They went out together. Julien went straight to the porter, closely watched by his uncle, who did not lose sight of him; but, instead of entrusting the letter to that functionary, as he had determined at first, he said to him that he wished to speak to the valet de chambre, and walked rapidly across
