His heavy, aching head nodded in spite of himself, but he abruptly brought it up, as soon as he heard the step of one of his chiefs.

This struggle, these shocks completed wearing out his limbs, while causing him intolerable anxiety.
In the evening, notwithstanding his lassitude, he went to see Therese, only to find her feverish, extremely low-spirited, and as weary as himself.
"Our poor Therese has had a bad night," Madame Raquin said to him, as soon as he had seated himself.

"It seems she was suffering from nightmare, and terrible insomnia.

I heard her crying out on several occasions.

This morning she was quite ill." Therese, while her aunt was speaking, looked fixedly at Laurent.