The minister's fluency was gone; he was very pale, and it was Bigot who in the end spoke for both.
He stepped forward, and, kneeling, kissed her cold hand.
"My lady," he said, "you have gained all, and lost nothing.

Blessed be God!" "Blessed be God!" the minister wept.

And from the passage without came the sound of laughter and weeping and many voices, with a flutter of lights and flying skirts, and women's feet.
She stared at him wildly, doubtfully, her hand at her throat.
"What ?" she said, "he is not dead--M.

de Tignonville ?" "No, he is alive," La Tribe answered, "he is alive." And he lifted up his hands as if he gave thanks.
"Alive ?" she cried.

"Alive! Oh, Heaven is merciful.