But--what will poor Pilar's feelings be when she comes home and finds him gone?
At the picture he faltered, and very near returned to bed.

But no--he put it forcibly from him.
He rapidly finished dressing, and went into his room to collect such things as were absolutely necessary.

The two large trunks had been removed, and would in any case have been out of the question at this juncture.

The portmanteau lay behind a wardrobe.

Into it he stuffed some linen and clothes, a few books and his manuscript, cast one look round the rooms in which he had encountered such heavy storms of the heart, extinguished the lights, and walked resolutely downstairs.
The gas was burning in the hall, the front door stood half open, and on the doorstep was Auguste, talking to a maid-servant from the next house.