His imagination was so struck with what had just happened that he made unheard of efforts to recall the name pronounced by Albert.

Not succeeding, he got up and lighted his candle.

The darkness made him afraid, the night was full of phantoms.

It was no longer with him a question of sleep.

Beset with these anxieties, he accused himself most severely, and harshly reproached himself for the occupation he had until then so delighted in.