"Louison?" repeated the sick woman, with flaming eyes. "Oh, she is good; she brings me fruit and flowers."
"But where is she now?"
"Gone," moaned the invalid.
"Gone? Where to?"
"I do not know. Her bed is empty."
"Then I was not deceived. She has been abducted by that scoundrel, Talizac!"
"Talizac?" repeated the maniac, with a foolish laugh. "Oh, I know him, do not let him in; he brings unhappiness—unhappiness!"
"Then he has been here?" cried Fanfaro, terror-stricken.
"No, not here—in—Sachemont—I—oh! my poor head."