More than three weeks passed.

Laurent came to the shop every evening, looking weary and unwell.

A light bluish circle surrounded his eyes, and his lips were becoming pale and chapped.

Otherwise, he still maintained his obtuse tranquillity, he looked Camille in the face, and showed him the same frank friendship.

Madame Raquin pampered the friend of the family the more, now that she saw him giving way to a sort of low fever.
Therese had resumed her mute, glum countenance and manner.