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He
ate
that
they
might
not
think
he
was
frightened
,
and
went
in
the
afternoon
with
Boisrenard
to
the
office
,
where
he
worked
in
an
absent
,
mechanical
manner
.
Before
leaving
,
Jacques
Rival
shook
hands
with
him
and
warned
him
that
he
and
Boisrenard
would
call
for
him
in
a
carriage
the
next
morning
at
seven
o'clock
to
repair
to
the
wood
at
Vesinet
,
where
the
meeting
was
to
take
place
.
All
had
been
settled
without
his
saying
a
word
,
giving
his
opinion
,
accepting
or
refusing
,
with
such
rapidity
that
his
brain
whirled
and
he
scarcely
knew
what
was
taking
place
.
He
returned
home
about
nine
o'clock
in
the
evening
after
having
dined
with
Boisrenard
,
who
had
not
left
him
all
day
.
When
he
was
alone
,
he
paced
the
floor
;
he
was
too
confused
to
think
.
One
thought
alone
filled
his
mind
and
that
was
:
a
duel
to-morrow
!
He
sat
down
and
began
to
meditate
.
He
had
thrown
upon
his
table
his
adversary
's
card
brought
him
by
Rival
.
He
read
it
for
the
twentieth
time
that
day
:
"
Louis
LANGREMONT
,176
Rue
Montmartre
.
"
Nothing
more
!
Who
was
the
man
?
How
old
was
he
?
How
tall
?
How
did
he
look
?
How
odious
that
a
total
stranger
should
without
rhyme
or
reason
,
out
of
pure
caprice
,
annoy
him
thus
on
account
of
an
old
,
woman
's
quarrel
with
her
butcher
!
He
said
aloud
:
"
The
brute
!
"
and
glared
angrily
at
the
card
.
He
began
to
feel
nervous
;
the
sound
of
his
voice
made
him
start
;
he
drank
a
glass
of
water
and
laid
down
.
He
turned
from
his
right
side
to
his
left
uneasily
.
He
was
thirsty
;
he
rose
,
he
felt
restless
"
Am
I
afraid
?
"
he
asked
himself
.
Why
did
his
heart
palpitate
so
wildly
at
the
slightest
sound
?
He
began
to
reason
philosophically
on
the
possibility
of
being
afraid
.
No
,
certainly
he
was
not
,
since
he
was
ready
to
fight
.
Still
he
felt
so
deeply
moved
that
he
wondered
if
one
could
be
afraid
in
spite
of
oneself
.
What
would
happen
if
that
state
of
things
should
exist
?
If
he
should
tremble
or
lose
his
presence
of
mind
?
He
lighted
his
candle
and
looked
in
the
glass
;
he
scarcely
recognized
his
own
face
,
it
was
so
changed
.
Suddenly
he
thought
:
"
To-morrow
at
this
time
I
may
be
dead
.
"
He
turned
to
his
couch
and
saw
himself
stretched
lifeless
upon
it
.
He
hastened
to
the
window
and
opened
it
;
but
the
night
air
was
so
chilly
that
he
closed
it
,
lighted
a
fire
,
and
began
to
pace
the
floor
once
more
,
saying
mechanically
:
"
I
must
be
more
composed
.
I
will
write
to
my
parents
,
in
case
of
accident
.
"
He
took
a
sheet
of
paper
and
after
several
attempts
began
:
"
My
dear
father
and
mother
:
"
