"
Then, without asking himself whether he were not too feeble, or
what danger there might be in exposing himself to the cold, he got
up, threw a gown around him, put on his slippers and went toward
the door.
"If anyone sees me, I will feign delirium," said he to himself.
The vestibule lamp was out and he found some difficulty in opening
the door; finally, he descended into the garden. It was intensely
cold, and snow had fallen. The wind shook the limbs of the trees
crusted with ice. The front of the house was sombre. One window
only was lighted--that of Tremorel's room; that was lighted
brilliantly, by a lamp and a great blazing fire. The shadow of a
man--of Hector--rested on the muslin curtains; the shape was
distinct. He was near the window, and his forehead was pressed
against the panes. Sauvresy instinctively stopped to look at his
friend, who was so at home in his house, and who, in exchange for
the most brotherly hospitality, had brought dishonor, despair and
death.
Hector made a sudden movement, and turned around as if he was
surprised by an unwonted noise. What was it? Sauvresy only knew
too well. Another shadow appeared on the curtain--that of Bertha.
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