“She is dead,” said Dr. Lommel.

VII.

Victor laid the body gently back upon the bed and rose to his feet. He seized his friend by the shoulders; the tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“O mon Dieu, Jean!” he cried, “to deceive such trust. I feel as if I had been violating a sacrament.”

“I know,” the other answered; “but ah, how happy she was!”


Interlude Fifth.

“SUCH SWEET SORROW.”