The moments went by, and hardly a word had been spoken.
Valerie asked if he knew his fate.
"I have not heard it," he said; "but I am morally certain.

There can be but one end in these days." She sighed.

"It is the same with us.

And if you must suffer, Monsieur, I wish that we may suffer together.

It would comfort my father--and me." Her composure vexed him.