But I was afraid of this beast, and I imposed silence upon it.
"What an abominable sentiment is jealousy! 'What could be more natural than what she has written ?' said I to myself.

I went to bed, thinking myself tranquil again.

I thought of the business that remained to be done, and I went to sleep without thinking of her.
"During these assemblies of the Zemstvo I always slept badly in my strange quarters.

That night I went to sleep directly, but, as sometimes happens, a sort of sudden shock awoke me.

I thought immediately of her, of my physical love for her, of Troukhatchevsky, and that between them everything had happened.