It was Thursday.

Gabriel and Jean had been brought from school by Emmanuel de Solis, who for the last six months was professor of history and philosophy.
"Dear children, we must part!" she cried.

"You have never forsaken me, never! and he who--" She stopped.
"Monsieur Emmanuel," said Marguerite, seeing the pallor on her mother's face, "go to my father, and tell him mamma is worse." Young de Solis went to the door of the laboratory and persuaded Lemulquinier to make Balthazar come and speak to him.

On hearing of the urgent request of the young man, Claes answered, "I will come." "Emmanuel," said Madame Claes when he returned to her, "take my sons away, and bring your uncle here.

It is time to give me the last sacraments, and I wish to receive them from his hand." When she was alone with her daughters she made a sign to Marguerite, who understood her and sent Felicie away.
"I have something to say to you myself, dear mamma," said Marguerite who, not believing her mother so ill as she really was, increased the wound Pierquin had given.