My servants thought me dead.

Why was it not so?
The strength of my constitution, my physician tells me, was all that saved me; but I believe that heaven wishes me to live, that I may drink to the bitter dregs my cup of humiliation." He stopped suddenly, nearly choked by a flow of blood that rose to his mouth.
The investigating magistrate remained standing near the table, almost afraid to move.
After a few moments' rest, the count found relief, and continued,--"Unhappy man that I am! ought I not to have expected it?
Everything comes to light sooner or later.

I am punished for my great sin,--pride.

I thought myself out of reach of the thunderbolt; and I have been the means of drawing down the storm upon my house.

Albert an assassin! A Viscount de Commarin arraigned before a court of assize! Ah, sir, punish me, also; for I alone and long ago, laid the foundation of this crime.