But she felt astonished to find so little pleasure in the realisation
of this dream at last, to be there, in this coveted apartment, with
space, daylight, and sun before her. When her charwoman, Mother Simon,
grumbled, furious at finding herself disturbed in her habits, she lost
patience, and at times regretted her old hole, as she termed it, where
the dirt could not be so easily seen.
Roubaud had simply let matters take their course. He did not seem to be
aware that he had changed his abode. He frequently made mistakes, and
only perceived his error on finding that his new key would not enter
the old lock. He absented himself more and more. The irregularity of
his life continued. Nevertheless, at one moment he seemed to brighten
up under the influence of a revival of his political ideas. Not that
they were very clear or very ardent, but he had at heart that trouble
with the sub-prefect, which had almost cost him his position.
Now that the Empire, which had met with a severe shock at the general
elections, was passing through a terrible crisis, he triumphed, and
he repeated that those people would not always be the masters. But
a friendly warning from M. Dabadie, who heard about the matter from
Mademoiselle Guichon, in whose presence the revolutionary remark
had been made, sufficed to calm him. As the corridor was quiet, and
everyone lived at peace, now that Madame Lebleu was drooping with
sadness, why cause fresh annoyance on the subject of the government?
Roubaud simply shrugged his shoulders. He cared not a fig about
politics, nor anything else! Growing fatter and fatter, day by day,
and free from remorse, he moved along with heavy tread and an air of
indifference.
The feeling of constraint had increased between Séverine and Jacques,
since they were able to meet at any time. Nothing now interfered with
their happiness. He ran up to see her by the other staircase whenever
he pleased, without fear of being spied upon. But the recollection
of the thing that had not been realised, of the deed that both had
consented to, and wished to see done, and which he failed to perform,
had created an uneasiness, an insurmountable barrier between them. He,
coming with the shame of his weakness, found her on each occasion more
depressed, sick at waiting uselessly. Their lips no longer even sought
one another, for they had exhausted this semi-felicity; what they
desired was complete happiness--the departure, the marriage over there,
the other life.
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