She died of sorrow; but saint-like, without a complaint, without a murmur, pardon upon her lips and in her heart." Though greatly pressed for time, M.Daburon did not venture to interrupt the count, to ask him briefly for the immediate facts of the case.

He knew that fever alone gave him this unnatural energy, to which at any moment might succeed the most complete prostration.

He feared, if he stopped him for an instant, that he would not have strength enough to resume.
"I did not shed a single tear," continued the count.

"What had she been in my life?
A cause of sorrow and remorse.

But God's justice, in advance of man's was about to take a terrible revenge.