She experienced the keenest anguish, when she had to shut herself until morning in this large apartment, which became lit-up with strange glimmers, and peopled with phantoms as soon as the light was out.

She ended by leaving her candle burning, and by preventing herself falling asleep, so as to always have her eyes wide open.

But when fatigue lowered her lids, she saw Camille in the dark, and reopened her eyes with a start.

In the morning she dragged herself about, broken down, having only slumbered for a few hours at dawn.
As to Laurent, he had decidedly become a poltroon since the night he had taken fright when passing before the cellar door.

Previous to that incident he had lived with the confidence of a brute; now, at the least sound, he trembled and turned pale like a little boy.