"Think once more," said the duke.
"By the honor of my name," replied Gaston, "I once more implore your aid, or I declare that I will find means to dispense with it."
"Well, monsieur, go and see Helene, and you shall have my answer on your return."
"Where?"
"In that room."
"And the answer shall be according to my desire?"
"Yes."
Gaston went into Helene's room; she was kneeling before a crucifix, praying that her lover might be restored to her. At the noise which Gaston made in opening the door she turned round.
Believing that God had worked a miracle, and uttering a cry, she held out her arms toward the chevalier, but without the strength to raise herself.
"Oh, mon Dieu! is it himself? is it his shade?"