He had not been sufficiently self-contained to conceal it from Deslauriers. When he came home from Madame Arnoux’s, he would wake up his friend, as if inadvertently, in order to have an opportunity of talking about her.
Deslauriers, who slept in the little off-room, close to where they had their water-supply, would give a great yawn. Frederick seated himself on the side of the bed. At first, he spoke about the dinner; then he referred to a thousand petty details, in which he saw marks of contempt or of affection. On one occasion, for instance, she had refused his arm, in order to take Dittmer’s; and Frederick gave vent to his humiliation:
“Ah! how stupid!”
Or else she had called him her “dear friend.”
“Then go after her gaily!”
“But I dare not do that,” said Frederick.
“Well, then, t
