Then the recollections had come one by one in order; they had related their hours of love, their moments of hesitation and anger, the terrible incident of the murder.

It was then that they pinched their lips, ceasing to talk of one thing and another, in fear lest they should all at once name Camille without desiring to do so.
But their thoughts failing to cease, had then led them into great distress, into the affrighted period of expectancy following the crime.
They thus came to think of the corpse of the drowned man extended on a slab at the Morgue.

Laurent, by a look, told Therese all the horror he had felt, and the latter, driven to extremities, compelled by a hand of iron to part her lips, abruptly continued the conversation aloud: "You saw him at the Morgue ?" she inquired of Laurent without naming Camille.
Laurent looked as if he expected this question.

He had been reading it for a moment on the livid face of the young woman.
"Yes," answered he in a choking voice.
The murderers shivered, and drawing nearer the fire, extended their hands towards the flame as if an icy puff of wind had suddenly passed through the warm room.

For an instant they maintained silence, coiled up like balls, cowering on their chairs.