Your love is written in your songs without words.

When you have forgotten me, there is Alixe; she is alone upon earth.

Let me seal your heart to hers, and even in death I shall feel that I love you both.' Then," the artist sobbed, "I lost my head.
I told her all in mad, burning words.

She raised her eyes to mine, and softly said: 'I shall see you no more unless Alixe is with us, for I love Pierre and he loves me.

When I am gone, Alixe will be the only one who knows the secret of my life.' "It was two months later--for I would not leave her side, even Pierre Troubetskoi could not see her passing away, for it was a mysterious malady--when a sudden alarm brought me to my senses.