In a week his passions rebelled and he began spending entire evenings at the shop again.

He watched Therese who was still palpitating from the novels which she read.
After a year of indifferent waiting they both were again tormented by desire.

One evening while shutting up the shop, Laurent spoke to Therese in the passage.
"Do you want me to come to your room to-night," he asked passionately.
She started with fear.

"No, let's wait.

Let's be prudent." "It seems to me that I've already waited a long time," he went on.