She knows your heart better than I.We shall leave Rayel to your care.

It is the last time I shall come here.

My work is nearly finished." We emptied our glasses in silence, but my mind was busy thinking on those impressive words, "She always comes to me there--when the light goes out." It was strange--this going out of the light just at that moment.

Was it not possible, I asked myself, that the lantern, being always hung on the same projection, was thus in the way of a current of air passing down the trunk of the tree when a gust of wind struck its lofty branches?
If so, the knot would naturally conduct the current into the opening at the top of the lantern.

My reflections were interrupted by my uncle, who rose, and, taking a candle, asked me to accompany him.