"Can I see the body?" asked the Marquis.
The governor bowed assent and led him to the room where Fanfar still lay. Fongereues looked down on the noble features and manly form. How entirely they differed from those of the son for whom the Marquis had sacrificed everything. The Marquis knelt in silence for some minutes, while Labarre shed bitter tears.
"What does the Marquis propose to do?" asked the governor, who did not understand this scene, and was becoming impatient.
Labarre said, in a low voice, "The men will come up with a bier."
In a few minutes Fanfar's body was carried to the Hôtel de Fongereues and laid by the side of the Vicomte.
Labarre made no attempt to resist this caprice of the Marquis. The old servant, now that De Fongereues showed such humility and grief, had become his devoted servant.
The Marquis asked for his wife, and was told that she had left the hôtel alone and on foot.
"Pierre," said the Marquis, "I must say a few words to you. With the exception of this million I have required at your hands, the fortune which should have been Simon's must be given to his daughter. Tell her the whole truth; it is only just. Watch over this girl, proclaim her right to the name and property of our house. When I am dead do not lay me in French soil—I am not worthy of France—but place me where I am unknown and unheard of. You will obey these wishes?"
Labarre answered, solemnly, "I will obey them."
"Very good; we will start to-night for the château, and there side by side we will bury the two sons whom I have murdered."