But the night proved more terrible still; a murder fever shook him amid continual nightmares.

Had his brother lived in the house, he would have gone and killed him with the stab of a knife.

When day returned he tried to reason things out.

It was he who ought to die, and he determined to throw himself out of the window when an omnibus was passing.

Nevertheless, he went out toward ten o'clock and traversed Paris, wandered up and down on the bridges and at the last moment felt an unconquerable desire to see Nana once more.