"What was it, Zara, that made him fall?
I was at the door--I saw and heard everything." "I know you did," said Zara gently; "and I am glad of it.

I wished you to see and hear all." "Is it a fit, do you think ?" I asked again, looking sorrowfully at the sad face of the unfortunate Ivan, which seemed to me to have already graven upon it the stern sweet smile of those who have passed all passion and pain forever.

"Oh, Zara! do you believe he will recover ?" And tears choked my voice--tears of compassion and regret.
Zara came and kissed me.
"Yes, he will recover--do not fret, little one.

I have rung my private bell for Casimir; he will be here directly.

The Prince has had a shock--not a fatal one, as you will see.