Little by little, Laurent became furiously mad, and resolved to drive Camille from his bed.

He had first of all slept with his clothes on, then he had avoided touching Therese.

In rage and despair, he wanted, at last, to take his wife in his arms, and crush the spectre of his victim rather than leave her to it.

This was a superb revolt of brutality.
The hope that the kisses of Therese would cure him of his insomnia, had alone brought him into the room of the young woman.

When he had found himself there, in the position of master, he had become a prey to such atrocious attacks, that it had not even occurred to him to attempt the cure.