They left us.
She sat down on the window-seat, with her elbows on her knees and her hands grasping her forehead.

A long moaning cry burst from her.

She said to herself bitterly the one word--"Farewell!" I approached her; feeling the necessity of reminding her that I was in the room.
"Farewell to what ?" I asked, taking my place by her side.
"To his happiness and to mine," she answered, without lifting her head from her hands.

"The dark days are coming for Oscar and for me." "Why should you think that?
You heard what the doctor said." "The doctor doesn't know what I know." "What do you know ?" She paused before she answered me.

"Do you believe in fate ?" she said, suddenly breaking the silence.
"I believe in nothing which encourages people to despair of themselves," I replied.
She went on without heeding me.
"What caused the fit which seized him in this room?
The blow that struck him on the head.