Therese dragged herself to her room, where Suzanne had barely time to undress her before she gave way.

Tranquillised, perceiving that everything was proceeding as well as he could wish, Laurent withdrew, and slowly gained his wretched den in the rue Saint-Victor.
It was past midnight.

Fresh air circulated in the deserted, silent streets.

The young man could hear naught but his own footsteps resounding on the pavement.

The nocturnal coolness of the atmosphere cheered him up; the silence, the darkness gave him sharp sensations of delight, and he loitered on his way.
At last he was rid of his crime.