He had constantly in mind a certain spot in a forest, and a man falling; and he experienced a thrill of delight.
After the champagne, he drank punch, an after that he slept like a dormouse; unfortunately, sleep dissipated his exhilaration, and when he awoke his gaiety had left him.

He had the fatal custom of reflecting; his reflections saddened him; he was revenged, but what then?
He thought for a long while of Mlle.

Moriaz; he gazed with melancholy eye at his two hands, which had allowed her and good fortune to elude their grasp.
He recited in a low voice some German verses, signifying: "I have resolved to bury my songs and my dreams; bring me a large coffin.

Why is this coffin so heavy?
Because in it with my dreams I have laid away my love and my sorrows." When he had recited these verses Samuel felt sadder than before, and he cursed the poets.

"They did me great harm," he said, bitterly.