For answer, Montmorin took my hand in his.
"Watch over him, Eugene."
Montmorin, shedding hot streaming tears, promised. Together we watched beside her until she died.
[Chapter V]
A COURTEOUS MAN
So far had René read. The revelations were so startling that he could but ask himself if he were the victim of a madman's delusion.
"Am I reading a romance or a sincere autobiography? Before going further, I should look at the documents within the box. I must not espouse this man's cause while a shadow of doubt disturbs me. And Amélie? If these pages speak the truth, who am I to look upon Amélie?"
The daylight was fading and a servant appeared bearing a candelabrum which he placed upon a stand, saying:
"Monsieur, a French gentleman asks to be admitted to you."