I made an attempt beyond my powers--in short, I cannot carry out the idea to my satisfaction.
Now, dear, pay great attention to what I say.

I have reason to believe that I shall be compelled to take a sudden journey--promise me that when I am gone you will see that unfinished statue completely destroyed--utterly demolished." I could not answer her for a minute or two, I was so surprised by her words.
"Going on a journey, Zara ?" I said.

"Well, if you are, I suppose you will soon return home again; and why should your statue be destroyed in the meantime?
You may yet be able to bring it to final perfection." Zara shook her head and smiled half sadly.
"I told you it was a favour I had to ask of you," she said; "and now you are unwilling to grant it." "I am not unwilling--believe me, dearest, I would do anything to please you," I assured her; "but it seems so strange to me that you should wish the result of your labour destroyed, simply because you are going on a journey." "Strange as it seems, I desire it most earnestly," said Zara; "otherwise--but if you will not see it done for me, I must preside at the work of demolition myself, though I frankly confess it would be most painful to me." I interrupted her.
"Say no more, Zara!" I exclaimed; "I will do as you wish.

When you are gone, you say--" "When I am gone," repeated Zara firmly, "and before you yourself leave this house, you will see that particular statue destroyed.

You will thus do me a very great service." "Well," I said, "and when are you coming back again?
Before I leave Paris ?" "I hope so--I think so," she replied evasively; "at any rate, we shall meet again soon." "Where are you going ?" I asked.
She smiled.