"Hush!" he said.
"You! you here!" cried Mary.
"Yes, I."
"Good God! what do you want?"
"Mary, it is more than a week since I have spoken to you, almost a week since I have seen you. I have come to bid you farewell before I go to meet my fate."
"Farewell! and why farewell?"
"I have come to say farewell, Mary," said the youth, firmly.
"Oh, you do not mean to die?"
Michel did not answer.
"No, no; you will not die," continued Mary. "I have prayed so much that God must hear me. But now that you have seen me, now that you have spoken to me, you must go,--go!"