"Now," she said, "now, I am no longer to be pitied.

I have never been so happy in all my life.

I did not deserve it--I have nothing further to wish--nothing further to hope--I shall not regret anything." She fell into a slumber.

Her parted lips are smiling a pure and placid smile; but she is taken at intervals with terrible spasms, and her features are becoming terribly altered.

I am watching her while writing these lines.
* * * * * Madame de Malouet has just arrived with her husband.