This morning I visited the Palais Castagna with her, Hafner, Madame Maitland, Florent Chapron." He paused and added, thinking it better not to lie on minor points, "Madame Steno and Alba were there, too." "Any one else ?" asked Boleslas, with so keen a glance that the author had to employ all his strength to reply: "No one else." There was a silence between the two men.
Dorsenne anticipated from his question toward what subject the conversation was drifting.

Gorka, now lying rather than sitting upon the divan in the small room, appeared like a beast that, at any moment, might bound.

Evidently he had come to Julien's a prey to the mad desire to find out something, which is to jealousy what thirst is to certain punishments.

When one has tasted the bitter draught of certainty, one does not suffer less.

Yet one walks toward it, barefooted, on the heated pavement, heedless of the heat.