lover. After an atrocious night passed in the meditation of

vengeance he had gone out in the morning in order to resist a

longing which prompted him to kill his wife. Outside, under a

sudden, sweet influence of a fine June morning, he had lost the

thread of his thoughts and had come to Nana's, as he always came at

terrible moments in his life. There only he gave way to his misery,

for he felt a cowardly joy at the thought that she would console

"Now look here, be calm!" the young woman continued, becoming at the