He had not far to go; he knew the exact distance between his lodging and present destination — just seven hundred and thirty paces. He had counted them when his plan only ?oated through his brain like a vague dream. At that time, he him self would not have believed it capable of realisation; he merely dallied in fancy with a chimera which was both terrible and seductive. But a month had elapsed, and he had already begun to view it in a different light. Although he reproached himself throughout his soliloquies with irresolution and a want of energy, he had accustomed himself, little by little, and, indeed, in spite of himself, to consider the realisation of his dream a possibility, though be doubted his own resolution. He was but just now rehearsing his enterprise, and his agitation was increasing at every step.