Let us see." He had hardly opened the door, when he drew back uttering a shriek of horror and distress.

By the light of a candle that burned upon the mantel, Amedee had caught sight of his father extended upon the floor, his shirt disordered and covered with blood, holding in his clenched right hand the razor with which he had cut his throat.
Yes! the union of two loving hearts had at last taken place.

Their love was happiness on earth; but if one of the two dies the other can never be consoled while life lasts.
M.Violette never was consoled..