Sometimes he listlessly contemplated the Morgue on the other side of the water, and his mind then reverted to his victim, like a man of courage might think of a silly fright that had come over him.

With stomach full, and face refreshed, he recovered his thick-headed tranquillity.

He reached his office, and passed the whole day gaping, and awaiting the time to leave.
He was a mere clerk like the others, stupid and weary, without an idea in his head, save that of sending in his resignation and taking a studio.

He dreamed vaguely of a new existence of idleness, and this sufficed to occupy him until evening.
Thoughts of the shop in the arcade never troubled him.

At night, after longing for the hour of release since the morning, he left his office with regret, and followed the quays again, secretly troubled and anxious.