In the name of all your comrades, farewell, Chevalier, farewell!" The handkerchiefs were at work, wiping away the mourners' tears.

The actors were weeping with all sincerity; they were weeping for themselves.
After they had slipped away, Dr.Trublet, left alone in the cemetery with Constantin Marc, took in the multitude of graves with a glance.
"Do you remember," he said, "one of Auguste Comte's reflections: 'Humanity is composed of the dead and the living.

The dead are by far the more numerous.' Assuredly, the dead are by far the more numerous.

By the multitudinous numbers and the magnitude of their work, they are more powerful.

It's they who rule; we obey them.