Only three days had elapsed since she stood beside him in the starlight, beautiful and tranquil as the trust with which he had inspired her, and told him that she was happy in the prospect of their marriage.

What was the meaning of the change?
of what infernal potion had she tasted?
Poor Newman had a terrible apprehension that she had really changed.

His very admiration for her attached the idea of force and weight to her rupture.
But he did not rail at her as false, for he was sure she was unhappy.
In his walk he had crossed one of the bridges of the Seine, and he still followed, unheedingly, the long, unbroken quay.

He had left Paris behind him, and he was almost in the country; he was in the pleasant suburb of Auteuil.

He stopped at last, looked around him without seeing or caring for its pleasantness, and then slowly turned and at a slower pace retraced his steps.