It was cold as ice as he seized it eagerly in his own; the hand of the dead man could not have been colder or more lifeless.

He held it fast in a hard, unconscious grip.
"Good-by, my wife," he said; "God bless and keep you!" "Is there any God ?" she sobbed.
But there was a sound at the door, the handle was being turned, and they fell apart guiltily.

A maid entered to tell Madame her chamber was prepared, and without another word Felicita walked quickly from the salon, leaving him alone.
He caught a glimpse of her again the next morning as she came down-stairs and entered the little carriage which was to take her down to Stansstad in time to catch the boat to Lucerne.

She was starting early, before it was fairly dawn, and he saw her only by the dim light of lamps, which burned but feebly in the chilly damp of the autumn atmosphere.

For a little distance he followed the sound of the carriage wheels, but he arrested his own footsteps.