Madame Raquin cast piercing glances at her, indignant to hear the praise of Camille sung by such a pair of lips.
Laurent who was unable to do anything against this overflow of tears, walked to and fro with furious strides, searching in his head for some means to stifle the remorse of Therese.
All the good he heard said of his victim ended by causing him poignant anxiety.

Now and again he let himself be caught by the heartrending accents of his wife.

He really believed in the virtues of Camille, and his terror redoubled.

But what tried his patience beyond measure was the comparison that the widow of the drowned man never failed to draw between her first and second husband, and which was all to the advantage of the former.
"Well! Yes," she cried, "he was better than you.

I would sooner he were alive now, and you in his place underground." Laurent first of all shrugged his shoulders.
"Say what you will," she continued, becoming animated, "although I perhaps failed to love him in his lifetime, yet I remember all his good qualities now, and do love him.