He examined him an instant, bent over him, then, folding his arms and shrugging his shoulders, he said to him, "Monsieur, Mlle.

Moriaz is no longer here." Samuel Brohl did not stir.

"You did not hear me," continued Camille.
"You are superb, M.le Comte; you are very handsome; your attitude is irreproachable, and you might well be taken for a dead person.

You fell admirably; I swear I never saw at the theatre a more successful fainting-fit; but spare yourself further trouble for the performance.

I repeat, Mlle.