In the morning, Laurent and Therese, awoke in their respective rooms, with the same feeling of profound joy in their hearts: both said to themselves that their last night of terror had passed.

They would no longer have to sleep alone, and they would mutually defend themselves against the drowned man.
Therese looked around her, giving a strange smile as she measured her great bed with her eyes.

She rose and began to slowly dress herself, in anticipation of the arrival of Suzanne, who was to come and assist her with her bridal toilet.
Laurent, on awakening, sat up in bed, and remained in that position for a few minutes, bidding farewell to his garret, which struck him as vile.
At last he was to quit this kennel and have a wife.

It was in the month of December and he shivered.

He sprang on the tile floor, saying to himself that he would be warm at night.
A week previously, Madame Raquin, knowing how short he was of money, had slipped a purse into his hand containing 500 francs, which represented all her savings.