ten o’clock
This morning she was quite ill . '' Therese , while her aunt was speaking , looked fixedly at Laurent . No doubt , they guessed their common terror , for a nervous shudder ran over their countenances . Until ten o'clock they remained face to face with one another , talking of commonplace matters , but still understanding each other , and mutually imploring themselves with their eyes , to hasten the moment when they could unite against the drowned man . Therese also had been visited by the spectre of Camille , during this feverish night . After over a year of indifference , Laurent 's sudden attentions had aroused her senses . As she tossed herself about in insomnia , she had seen the drowned man rise up before her ; like Laurent she had writhed in terror , and she had said as he had done , that she would no longer be afraid , that she would no more experience such sufferings , when she had her sweetheart in her arms .