She returned to her own room for her prayer-book, and spent the night, with the abbe, his assistant, and Savinien, in weeping and praying beside her uncle's body.

Savinien came, after his mother had gone to bed, and knelt, without a word, beside his Ursula.

She smiled at him sadly, and thanked him for coming faithfully to share her troubles.
"My child," said Monsieur Bongrand, bring her a large package, "one of your uncle's heirs has taken these necessary articles from your drawers, for the seals cannot be opened for several days; after that you will recover everything that belongs to you.

I have, for your own sake, placed the seals on your room." "Thank you," she replied, pressing his hand.

"Look at him again,--he seems to sleep, does he not ?" The old man's face wore that flower of fleeting beauty which rests upon the features of the dead who die a painless death; light appeared to radiate from it.
"Did he give you anything secretly before he died ?" whispered M.
Bongrand.
"Nothing," she said; "he spoke only of a letter." "Good! it will certainly be found," said Bongrand.