He shunned all the world; he went alone like a wounded deer.

The good doctor, on his return from Paris, called on him to see if he was ill: since he had not come for days to the chateau.

He saw the doctor coming and bade the servant say he was not in the village.
He drew down the blind, that he might never see the chateau again.

He drew it up again: he could not exist without seeing it.

"She will be miserable, too," he cried, gnashing his teeth.