Again the cold shiver ran under her hair, and she could not speak again for a few moments.
"Does he know what I am going to do to-day ?" she asked at last, in a very low voice.
"I will ask him." The silence which followed was the longest of all that there had been.
"I cannot see him any more," said the voice, speaking more faintly.

"He is gone.

He will communicate with you again.

I cannot find him.

Giuditta is tired--she will--" The last words were hardly audible, and the voice died away altogether.
In the dark, Matilde heard something like a yawn, as of a person waking from sleep.