Cochin, very pale, leaves the coach, assisted by two nurses. He is some steps in front of his wife, who is holding Hélène. He walks ahead rapidly as if to take her in his arms, and then understands. He stops—and falls back, sobbing on the shoulder of his friend——
"Come—come, my pauv' vieux, don't cry—what's this—you who never cry!"
"Patachon—I can—I can never clasp her in my arms——"
PARIS.
May 27, 1917.
"What a sad air you have—an infinite sadness——"
"I believe no longer in GOD, nor the love of a woman, nor in the friendship of a friend——"
"You believe then, no longer in anything?——"
"Yes, in glory—posthumous——"
AT SEA, ABOARD THE CHICAGO.
June 5, 1917.