CHAPTER VI. 

After the conversation at dinner which we have noticed, the restless and disquieted Coningsby wandered about Paris, vainly seeking in the distraction of a great city some relief from the excitement of his mind. His first resolution was immediately to depart for England; but when, on reflection, he was mindful that, after all, the assertion which had so agitated him might really be without foundation, in spite of many circumstances that to his regardful fancy seemed to accredit it, his firm resolution began to waver. 

These were the first pangs of jealousy that Coningsby had ever experienced, and they revealed to him the immensity of the stake which he was hazarding on a most uncertain die. 

The next morning he called in the Rue Rivoli, and was informed that the family were not at home. He was returning under the arcades, towards the Rue St. Florentin, when Sidonia passed him in an opposite direction, on horseback, and at a rapid rate. Coningsby, who was not observed by him, could not resist a strange temptation to watch for a moment his progress. He saw him enter the court of the hotel where the Wallinger family were staying. Would he come forth immediately? No. Coningsby stood still and pale. Minute followed minute. Coningsby flattered himself that Sidonia was only speaking to the porter. Then he would fain believe Sidonia was writing a note. Then, crossing the street, he mounted by some steps the terrace of the Tuileries, nearly opposite the Hotel of the Minister of Finance, and watched the house. A quarter of an hour elapsed; Sidonia did not come forth. They were at home to him; only to him. Sick at heart, infinitely wretched, scarcely able to guide his steps, dreading even to meet an acquaintance, and almost feeling that his tongue would refuse the office of conversation, he contrived to reach his grandfather's hotel, and was about to bury himself in his chamber, when on the staircase he met Flora. 
What was he experiencing or the first time?
Who did he not find at their residence the next day?
Where was this at?
Did he remain there waiting all day?
Where was he the night before?
What was he looking for?
And what was he trying to calm?
What had set him off?
Who shot past him on his way back the next day?
Did the man see him?
Where was the jealous man headed when this happened?
Did he continue on his journey?
Where did he see the man stop?
How did the man travel?
jealousy
These were the first pangs of jealousy that Coningsby had ever experienced
the family
and was informed that the family were not at home
in the Rue Rivoli
The next morning he called in the Rue Rivoli
no
He was returning under the arcades, towards the Rue St. Florentin
Paris
Coningsby wandered about Paris
distraction
vainly seeking in the distraction of a great city some relief from the excitement of his mind
his mind
distraction of a great city some relief from the excitement of his mind
unknown
unknown
Sidonia
Sidonia passed him in an opposite direction
no
Coningsby, who was not observed by him
towards the Rue St. Florentin
 towards the Rue St. Florentin
no
 could not resist a strange temptation to watch for a moment his progress
the hotel
He saw him enter the court of the hotel
on horseback
 Sidonia passed him in an opposite direction, on horseback