I re-arranged the flowers that were strewn on Zara's corpse, taking away all those that had slightly faded.

The orange-blossom was almost dead, but I left that where it was--where the living Zara had herself placed it.

As I performed this slight service, I thought, half mournfully, half gladly-- "Yes, Heaven is thine, but this Is a world of sweets and sours-- Our flowers are merely FLOWERS; And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours." Prince Ivan at last roused himself as from a deep and melancholy reverie, and, addressing himself to Heliobas, said softly: "I will intrude no longer on your privacy, Casimir.

Farewell! I shall leave Paris to-night." For all answer Heliobas beckoned him and me also out of the chapel.

As soon as its doors closed behind us, and we stood in the centre hall, he spoke with affectionate and grave earnestness: "Ivan, something tells me that you and I shall not meet again for many years, if ever.