He discovered an unknown audacity, and all obstacles subsided before his powerful will.  No more barriers, no more bolts, no more doors, no more pretences, no more social chains, no more terrible father, no more servant-mistress; Suzanne alone remained in all her youthful grace and her chaste nudity.  For, after having wandered in boundless space, it was towards her that his hopes, his desires, his aspirations inclined.  There was the soul and the body; happiness and life, sacred symbolical wedlock, the chosen vessel, the nubile maid ready for the husband.  And he murmured the Song of Songs: 

  “Let her kiss me with kisses of her mouth,
  For her teats are better than wine.”

And it was at the very moment when he was about perhaps to be able to taste this exquisite cup, that he must go away.  Go away! that is to say, leave her, she who had just cast a ray into his life.  Go away, to obey a culpable ambition; to lose for ever this ravishing young girl!  And the promises which he had made to himself; and the unsatisfied desires, and the boundless joys, the delicious troubles, the sweet evening talks, the hand sometimes squeezed in a moment of audacity; of all that but the memory would remain.  Of all the intoxications of soul, of heart, of sense; of all those joys which should repay him for his wasted youth, for his fair years lost, he would preserve but remorse ... remorse for having so senselessly let them go.

And all at once in the whirlwind of his ideas, he seized one as it passed by.  He noticed during the day the Captain entering the diligence for Vic.  It was, in fact, the time at which he drew his pay.  He could not return till the following day.  Suzanne then was alone with the old maid-servant.  She went to bed late, he knew; perhaps she was still awake.  He looked at his watch, it was not yet eleven o’clock; he still had a chance of seeing her.  He cherished this idea; it pleased him and he was surprised that he had not thought of it before.  Yes, certainly, he must see her, in order that she might keep the remembrance of him, as he was bearing away the memory of her.

What would be more delightful than to say to himself:  “I hold the thoughts of a beautiful young girl, I hold her simple confidences; I possess the treasure of her sweet secrets.”

And although there would never be between her and him but the pure and chaste sympathy of two souls, was not that enough, was not that a compensation, sufficient for the step which he was venturing?

And with the audacity of conception and the temerity of conduct of a man on the border of intoxication, he determined to put his fine project into execution immediately.  His sense became inflamed the more he thought of it, and what had at first presented itself to him as a vague desire, soon became firmly fixed in his brain, and, in less than ten seconds, he had conceived the plan and weighed all the chances.