Mais au bout de quelques secondes, je sentis qu’en écrivant ce mot à maman, en m’approchant, au risque de la fâcher, si près d’elle que j’avais cru toucher le moment de la revoir, je m’étais barré la possibilité de m’endormir sans l’avoir revue, et les battements de mon cœur, de minute en minute devenaient plus douloureux parce que j’augmentais mon agitation en me prêchant un calme qui était l’acceptation de mon infortune. →
But after a few seconds I realised that, by writing that line to Mamma, by approaching--at the risk of making her angry--so near to her that I felt I could reach out and grasp the moment in which I should see her again, I had cut myself off from the possibility of going to sleep until I actually had seen her, and my heart began to beat more and more painfully as I increased my agitation by ordering myself to keep calm and to acquiesce in my ill-fortune.