Thus to remain is suicide.

Get well! monsieur le comte, get well!" "Of what?
Find the disease first.

For my part, I never knew myself better; never did the sky appear more blue to me; never did I take more care of my flowers." "You have a hidden grief." "Concealed!--not at all; the absence of my son, doctor; that is my malady, and I do not conceal it." "Monsieur le comte, your son lives, he is strong, he has all the future before him--the future of men of merit, of his race; live for him--" "But I do live, doctor; oh! be satisfied of that," added he, with a melancholy smile; "for as long as Raoul lives, it will be plainly known, for as long as he lives, I shall live." "What do you say ?" "A very simple thing.

At this moment, doctor, I leave life suspended within me.

A forgetful, dissipated, indifferent life would be beyond my strength, now I have no longer Raoul with me.