I found Armand in bed.

On seeing me he held out a burning hand.

"You are feverish," I said to him.

"It is nothing, the fatigue of a rapid journey; that is all." "You have been to see Marguerite's sister ?" "Yes; who told you ?" "I knew it.

Did you get what you wanted ?" "Yes; but who told you of my journey, and of my reason for taking it ?" "The gardener of the cemetery." "You have seen the tomb ?" I scarcely dared reply, for the tone in which the words were spoken proved to me that the speaker was still possessed by the emotion which I had witnessed before, and that every time his thoughts or speech travelled back to that mournful subject emotion would still, for a long time to come, prove stronger than his will.