She was praying now!
Dantin stood looking at her, and when at last she arose he saw that she was tall and elegant in her mourning robes. He advanced toward her. The noise of his footsteps on the gravel caused her to turn her head, and Dantin saw a beautiful face, young and sad. She had blonde hair and large eyes, which opened wide in surprise. He saw the same expression of the eyes which Rovère's had borne.
The young woman instinctively made a movement as if to go away, to give place to the newcomer. But Dantin stopped her with a gesture.
"Do not go away, Mademoiselle. I am the best friend of the one who sleeps here."
She stopped, pale and timid.
"I know very well that you loved him," he added.
She unconsciously let a frightened cry escape her and looked helplessly around.
"He told me all," Dantin slowly said. "I am Jacques Dantin. He has spoken to you of me, I think"——
"Yes," the young woman answered.
Dantin involuntarily shivered. Her voice had the same timbre as Rovère's.