When it was over, she said: "Ça y est-il, cette fois, Svengali? Ah! tant mieux, à la fin! c'est pas malheureux! Et maintenant, mon ami, je suis fatiguée—bon soir!"
Her head fell back on the pillow, and she lay fast asleep.
Mrs. Bagot took the portrait away gently. Little Billee knelt down and held Trilby's hand in his and felt for her pulse, and could not find it.
He said, "Trilby! Trilby!" and put his ear to her mouth to hear her breathe. Her breath was inaudible.
But soon she folded her hands across her breast, and uttered a little short sigh, and in a weak voice said: "Svengali.... Svengali.... Svengali!..."
They remained in silence round her for several minutes, terror-stricken.
The doctor came; he put his hand to her heart, his ear to her lips. He turned up one of her eyelids and looked at her eye. And then, his voice quivering with strong emotion, he stood up and said, "Madame Svengali's trials and sufferings are all over!"
"Oh, good God! is she dead?" cried Mrs. Bagot.
"Yes, Mrs. Bagot. She has been dead several minutes—perhaps a quarter of an hour."