I sat down and began to smoke.

I heard her go into the hall and prepare to go out.

I asked her: 'Where are you going?
She did not answer.

'Well, may the devil take you!' said I to myself, going back into my private room, where I lay down again and began smoking afresh.

Thousands of plans of vengeance, of ways of getting rid of her, and how to arrange this, and act as if nothing had happened,--all this passed through my head.