The old man wore the clothes that were on him the evening before his death.

His face was pale, his movements caused no sound; nevertheless, Ursula heard his voice distinctly, though it was feeble and as if repeated by a distant echo.
The doctor conducted his child as far as the Chinese pagoda, where he made her lift the marble top of the little Boule cabinet just as she had raised it on the day of his death; but instead of finding nothing there she saw the letter her godfather had told her to fetch.

She opened it and read both the letter addressed to herself and the will in favor of Savinien.

The writing, as she afterwards told the abbe, shone as if traced by sunbeams--"it burned my eyes," she said.

When she looked at her uncle to thank him she saw the old benevolent smile upon his discolored lips.