He was resolved to kill Albert de Commarin.
During the rest of the night he became all the more determined in this resolution, demonstrating to himself by a thousand mad reasons, which he found solid and inscrutable, the necessity for and the justifiableness of this vengeance.
At seven o'clock in the morning, he found himself in an avenue of the Bois de Boulogne, not far from the lake.

He made at once for the Porte Maillot, procured a cab, and was driven to his house.
The delirium of the night continued, but without suffering.

He was conscious of no fatigue.

Calm and cool, he acted under the power of an hallucination, almost like a somnambulist.
He reflected and reasoned, but without his reason.

As soon as he arrived home he dressed himself with care, as was his custom formerly when visiting the Marchioness d'Arlange, and went out.