You had one when the ash-factory was burned." He nodded without looking at her, and closed the door behind him.
When she came to the bedroom a half-hour later, his face was turned to the wall.

She spoke, but he did not answer.

She thought he was asleep.
He was not asleep.

He was only thinking how to do the thing which was not obvious, which was also safe for himself.

That should be his triumph, if he could but achieve it.
When she came to bed he did not stir, and he did not answer her when she spoke.
"The poor Jean Jacques!" he heard her say, and if there had not been on him the same courage that possessed him the night when the Antoine was wrecked, he would have sobbed.
He did not stir.