M.Duplessis will replace you.

He has orders." "Great God!" cried this man in despair.

"Set out before I have seen my mother! It is frightful, impossible--it would perhaps kill her--yes, it would be matricide!" Whilst he uttered these words, his eyes rested on the huge globe, marked with red crosses.

A sudden revolution seemed to take place within him; he appeared to repent of the violence of his regrets; his face, though still sad, became once more calm and grave.

He handed the fatal letter to his secretary, and said to him, whilst he stifled a sigh: "To be classed under its proper number." Rodin took the letter, wrote a number upon it, and placed it in a particular box.