You would only wrangle and spoil all.
Good-night; sleep well, my poor dear.

Our troubles will soon be ended, you'll see." They again kissed each other and fell asleep.

The patch of light on the ceiling now seemed to be assuming the shape of a terrified eye, that stared wildly and fixedly upon the pale, slumbering couple who reeked with crime beneath their very sheets, and dreamt they could see a rain of blood falling in big drops which turned into golden coins as they plashed upon the floor.
On the morrow, before daylight, Felicite repaired to the town-hall, armed with instructions from Pierre to seek an interview with Macquart.
She took her husband's national guard uniform with her, wrapped in a cloth.

There were only a few men fast asleep in the guard-house.

The doorkeeper, who was entrusted with the duty of supplying Macquart with food, went upstairs with her to open the door of the dressing-room, which had been turned into a cell.