Red and Black: Is there nobody in this novel who cares for anyone but himself?

The second half of Stendahl's Red and the Black brings "hero" Julien Sorel to Paris, where he believes that last he will achieve the fame to which he believes he is destined and entitled. He has left the provinces behind him, w/ a final tryst with Mme de Renal (in a fine, Stendahlian scene he uses a ladder he has "borrowed" from a peasant to climb into Mmes' bedroom window: a whole lot of drama and subterfuge, but their love, on his side, amounts to nothing - just another opportunity for grandiose behavior). He will do fine in Paris, where he will serve as private secretary to the Marquis de la Mole; en rout to his new position he overhears fellow coach-travelers discuss French political gossip at great length, which gives us a window on the world that Julien will inhabit. And as we see from the first dinner parties at the Hotel de la Mole, there's lot of stylish but pointless conversation, and all anyone seems to care about is rank and status. Is there nobody in this novel who has concern for anyone but himself. Nobody with money or power trying to change society or even help the poor or even support the arts? Julien is extremely intelligent, at least when it comes to reading and memorization, but he is unable to see that he is wasting his life and talents, that he will never measure up to the people around him, at least by their measure, because he is the son of a sawmill owner. But he can't see through them; he's too intent on his spurious goals, to attain the greatness of Napoleon without Napoleon's bravery or genius.