They were no longer victims about to be slaughtered, but friends making a festival of death.
"Adieu!" cried Geneviève to Lorin.
"Farewell, till we meet again!" replied he.
And Geneviève disappeared under the fatal drop.
"After you," said Lorin.
"After you," replied Maurice.
"Hark! she calls you."
At this moment Geneviève uttered her last cry.
"Come!" said she.
A furious uproar took place in the crowd. The fair and graceful head had fallen.