When seated at the table, consulting the bill of fare, they conversed with less restraint than heretofore.

He told her that the emotions and worries of the past three days had unstrung his nerves, but he no longer thought about it, and it would be absurd to worry about the matter any further.

She spoke to him of her health, complaining that she could not sleep, save for a restless slumber full of dreams.

But she did not tell him what she saw in those dreams, and she avoided speaking of the dead man.

He asked her if she had not spent a tiring morning, and why she had gone to the cemetery, a useless proceeding.
Incapable of explaining to him the depths of her soul, submissive to rites and propitiatory ceremonies and incantations, she shook her head as if to say: "Had to." While those lunching at the adjoining tables were finishing their meal, they talked for a long time, both in subdued tones, while waiting to be served.
Robert had promised himself, had sworn indeed never to reproach Felicie for having had Chevalier for her lover, or even to ask her a single question in this connection.