If he did not act, if he were not going to act, if he were not going to take some surer and safer step, he had been foolish and trebly foolish to let slip the opportunity that had been his.
But he would act.

For a fortnight he had abstained from visiting Basterga, and had even absented himself from the neighbourhood of the house lest the scholar's suspicions should be wakened.

But to what purpose if he were not going to act?
If he were not going to build on the ground so carefully prepared, to what end this wariness and this abstention?
Within an hour the Syndic, long so wary, had worked himself into a fever and, rather than remain inactive, was ripe for any step, however venturesome, provided it led to the _remedium_.

He had still the prudence to postpone action until night; but when darkness had fairly set in and the bell of St.Peter, inviting the townsfolk to the evening preaching, had ceased to sound--an indication that he would meet few in the streets--he cloaked himself, and, issuing forth, bent his steps across the Bourg du Four in the direction of the Corraterie.
Even now he had no plan in his mind.

But amid the medley of schemes that for a week had been hatching in his brain, he hoped to be guided by circumstances to that one which gave surest promise of success.