"Do not think—"
"I understand all; he is in a desperate state I know, but as my end is near, too, I wish to say farewell to him, Henri."
For the first and the last time, alas! Marie called David by his baptismal name.
"Farewell!" repeated he, with a heartrending sob "you wish to say farewell!"
"But I cannot die without telling you how much I have loved you. You knew it, did you not, my friend?"
"And you say that you are going to die! No, no! Marie, the power of my love will give new life to you!" cried David, under a sort of aberration of mind. "Die! Oh, why will you die? We love each other so much."
"Yes, our love is great, my friend, and for me it began from the day you restored the life of my son's soul."
"Oh, woe! woe!"
"No, Henri, my death is not a woe for us. It seems to me, you understand, that, in the moment of leaving this life, my soul, freed from terrestrial ties, can read the future. Henri, do you know what would have been our fate?"
"You ask me to tell you that, when this morning our plans were so—"