And he would remain poor; he would live the life of a bachelor in a garret, with a bad bed and a worse table.

Besides, he did not contemplate working all his life; already he began to find his office singularly tedious.

The light labour entrusted to him became irksome owing to his laziness.
The invariable result of these reflections was that supreme happiness consisted in doing nothing.

Then he remembered that if he had drowned Camille, it was to marry Therese, and work no more.

Certainly, the thought of having his sweetheart all to himself had greatly influenced him in committing the crime, but he had perhaps been led to it still more, by the hope of taking the place of Camille, of being looked after in the same way, and of enjoying constant beatitude.