"Did I wish him dead?
I hope I never formed such a thought! I don't remember ever wishing him dead." And he went twice a day to that place by the stream, and thought very solemnly what a terrible thing ungoverned passion is; and repented--not eloquently, but silently, sincerely.
But soon his impatient spirit began to torment itself again.

Why did Josephine shun him now?
Ah! she loved Raynal now that he was dead.

Women love the thing they have lost; so he had heard say.

In that case, the very sight of him would of course be odious to her: he could understand that.

The absolute, unreasoning faith he once had in her had been so rudely shaken by her marriage with Raynal, that now he could only believe just so much as he saw, and he saw that she shunned him.
He became moody, sad, and disconsolate: and as Josephine shunned him, so he avoided all the others, and wandered for hours by himself, perplexed and miserable.