"Felicie is late." Madame Nanteuil supposed that she had been detained by Madame Doulce.
"Madame Doulce as a rule undertakes to see her home, and you know she never hurries herself." Chevalier rose, as if to take his leave, to show that he remembered his manners.

Madame Nanteuil begged him to stay.
"Don't go; Felicie won't be long now.

She will be pleased to find you here.

You will have supper with her." Madame Nanteuil dozed off again in her chair.

Chevalier sat gazing in silence at the clock hanging on the wall, and as the hand travelled across the dial he felt a burning wound in his heart, which grew bigger and bigger, and each little stroke of the pendulum touched him to the quick, lending a keener eye to his jealousy, by recording the moments which Felicie was passing with Ligny.