'There is no one here.' And then I let my head fall on my breast, and I stood before her, the statue of despair.

Had she felt a grain of suspicion, a grain of doubt, my bearing must have opened her eyes; but her mind was cast in so noble a mould that, having once thought ill of me and been converted, she could feel no doubt again.

She must trust all in all.
A little recovered from her fright, she stood looking at me in great wonder; and at last she had a thought-- 'You are not well ?' she said suddenly.

'It is your old wound, Monsieur.
Now I have it ?' 'Yes, Mademoiselle,' I muttered faintly, 'it is.' 'I will call Clon!' she cried impetuously.

And then, with a sob: 'Ah! poor Clon! He is gone.