We have taken turns fanning smouldering ashes which now are blazing.

It is too bad that we have both become inflamed at the same time--for her case must be the same as mine, to judge from the passionate letters she writes.

What shall I do?
Keep on tantalizing myself for a chimera?
No! I'll bring matters to a head, see her, and if she is good-looking, sleep with her.

I shall have peace, anyway." He looked about him.

Without knowing how he had got there he found himself in the Jardin des Plantes.