Poor Roudier, who remembered that he had served as a national guard in Paris under Louis-Philippe, was meantime conscientiously keeping watch at the Grand'-Porte.
Rougon went home looking very downcast, and creeping along under the shadows of the houses.

He felt that Plassans was becoming hostile to him.

He heard his name bandied about amongst the groups, with expressions of anger and contempt.

He walked upstairs, reeling and perspiring.

Felicite received him with speechless consternation.