He watched him.

He took him in a closed carriage to Portonaccio, the first stopping-place on the Florence line.

Indeed, he made every effort not to leave alone for a moment the man whose frenzy he had rather suspended than appeased, at the price, alas, of his own peace of mind! For, once left alone, in solitude and in the apartments on the Place de la Trinite, where twenty details testified to the visit of Gorka, the weight of the perjured word of honor became a heavy load to the novelist, so much the more heavy when he discovered the calculating plan followed by Boleslas.

His tardy penetration permitted him to review the general outline of their conversation.

He perceived that not one of his interlocutor's sentences, not even the most agitated, had been uttered at random.