As she spoke she extended her hand.
“Silence!” I said, “sleep, and leave me to myself.”
She turned over and went to sleep. I looked at her for some time to assure myself that she would not hear me, and then quietly left the house.
CHAPTER V. SATIETY
One evening I was seated before the fire with Desgenais. The window was open; it was one of the early days in March, a harbinger of spring.
It had been raining, and a light odor came from the garden.
“What shall we do this spring?” I asked. “I do not care to travel.”
“I shall do what I did last year,” replied Desgenais. “I shall go to the country when the time comes.”
“What!” I replied. “Do you do the same thing every year? Are you going to begin life over again this year?”