"I dare not yet."
"And how is she at this moment?"
"More calm, she is sleeping."
"Oh, she must live, she must live, Pierre! she will live, will she not? she will live?"
"Henri, you love her."
Recalled to himself by these words of his friend, David trembled, remained silent, with his eyes fixed on the eyes of the doctor.
The latter answered, in a grave and sad tone:
"Henri, you love her. I have not surprised your secret. You have just revealed it yourself."
"I?"
"By your grief."