The memories of the night before came to me without shadow or hindrance, escorted gaily by the hopes of the night to come.

From time to time my heart leaped with love and joy in my breast.

A sweet fever thrilled me.

I thought no more of the reasons which had filled my mind before I slept.

I saw only the result, I thought only of the hour when I was to see Marguerite again.
It was impossible to stay indoors.