During the ensuing days at Havre, Jacques and Séverine, who were alarmed, displayed great prudence¹. As Roubaud knew all, would he not be on the watch to surprise and wreak² vengeance³ on them in a burst of rage? They recalled his previous angry fits of jealousy⁴, his brutalities of a former porter, when he struck out with his clenched⁵ fists; and now, observing him so sour, so mute, with his troubled eyes, they imagined he must be meditating⁶ some savage⁷, cunning trick, some stealthy snare⁸ to get them in his clutches. So, for the first few months, they were ever on the alert, and in meeting one another took all kinds of precautions.

Still Roubaud absented himself more and more. Perhaps, he merely disappeared for the purpose of returning unexpectedly to find them together. But this fear proved groundless. His spells of absence became so prolonged that he was never at home, running off as soon as he became free, and only returning at the precise minute when the service claimed him. During the weeks he was on day duty, he managed to get through his ten o'clock knife-and-fork breakfast in five minutes, and was not seen again before half-past eleven; and at five o'clock in the evening, when his colleague came down to relieve him, he slipped away again, often to remain out the whole night. He barely allowed himself a few hours' sleep. His behaviour was similar during the weeks he did night duty. Free at[Pg 262] five o'clock in the morning, he no doubt ate and slept in the town, as he did not return until five o'clock in the afternoon.

Notwithstanding this disorderly mode of life, he for a long time maintained exemplary punctuality, being invariably at his post at the exact minute, although he was sometimes so worn out that he could hardly keep on his feet. Still he was there, and

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