His passion for Therese had conveyed a frightful evil to him, and that was all.
Therese also found herself a prey to these heavy shocks.

But, in her terror, she showed herself a woman: she felt vague remorse, unavowed regret.

She, at times, had an inclination to cast herself on her knees and beseech the spectre of Camille to pardon her, while swearing to appease it by repentance.

Maybe Laurent perceived these acts of cowardice on the part of Therese, for when they were agitated by the common terror, he laid the blame on her, and treated her with brutality.
On the first nights, they were unable to go to bed.

They waited for daylight, seated before the fire, or pacing to and fro as on the evening of the wedding-day.