"What are you doing here, you fool? Why do you look at these women so? These women who are an insult to your torn coat, to your arms trembling with fatigue, to your whole wretched body emaciated by daily hardships! In the days of revolution you thought you could avenge yourself upon society which kept you down by killing soldiers and priests, humble and suffering human beings like yourself? And you never thought of erecting scaffolds for these infamous creatures, for these ferocious beasts who steal from you your bread, your sun. Look! Society which is so cruel to you, which tries to make ever heavier the chains that hold you riveted to eternal misery, that society offers them protection and riches; the drops of your blood it transforms into gold with which to cover the flabby bosoms of these despicable creatures. It is in order that they may live in palaces that you are spending your strength, that you are dying from hunger or that they break your head on the barricades. Look! When you beg for bread on the streets the police beat you with clubs, you poor wretch! But see how they make way for their coachmen and horses! Look! What a juicy grape-gathering they have! Ah! these vintage tubs of blood! And how on earth can the pure wheat grow tall and nourishing in the soil where these creatures rot!" Suddenly I saw Juliette. I saw her for a second, in profile. She wore a pink hat, looked fresh, was smiling; she seemed happy. Answering greetings with a slow motion of her head, Juliette did not see me.... She passed on. She is going to my house! She has come back to her senses. She is going to my house! I was sure of it. An empty carriage passed by. I went in. Juliette had disappeared. "If I could only get there at the same time she does. For I know she is going to my house! Hurry up, driver, hurry up!" There is no carriage in front of the door of the furnished house. Juliette is already gone. I rushed down to the caretaker. "Was there someone here a minute ago asking about me? Was it a lady? Mme. Juliette Roux?" "Why no, Monsieur Mintié." "Well, is there a letter for me?" "Nothing, Monsieur Mintié." I was thinking: "She'll be here in a minute!" I waited. No one came! I continued waiting. Nobody came! Time passed. And still no one came! "The contemptible creature! And she was still smiling! And she looked gay! And she knew that I was going to kill myself at six o'clock!" I ran to the Rue de Balzac. Celestine assured me that Madame had just gone out. "Listen, Celestine, you are a nice girl. I like you very much. Do you know where she is? Go and find her and tell her that I want to see her." "But I don't know where Madame is." "Yes, you do, Celestine. I implore you. Please go! I suffer so!" "Upon my word of honor! Monsieur, I don't know where she is." I insisted: "Perhaps she is at her lover's? At the restaurant. Oh, tell me where she is!..." "But I don't know!" I was getting impatient.