But the doctor was already in the parlor, and Eugene was alone. He leaned over the balcony and stared out at the sea; the breeze had freshened, and the sound of the waves as they dashed against the shore seemed to mock at his agony. He looked above: the skies were serene and indifferent to his misery. The sun was setting in a flood of red and gold. Alas! alas! For Laura, it would rise no more!
But Eugene remembered that she had but an hour to live, and, shuddering, he overcame his weakness and approached the dying girl. She held out her hands, and smiled.
"Eugene," said she, "I long for air and light. May I be lifted out upon the balcony?"
Eugene looked at Doctor Franzi, who beckoned to the servants. They rolled a divan to the spot where the marchioness lay, and she was placed upon it, and gently removed to the balcony. She thanked them all for their kindness, and each member of her household kissed her hand, and went away weeping. No one now remained with her save Eugene and the doctor.
"Step aside for a moment, beloved," said she. "I would speak a few words with our dear friend."
He obeyed, and retired out of hearing, but not out of sight. He could not do that. They had but half an hour!
"Doctor," said Laura, "I must die, must I not?"
"All things are possible with God, but—"
Her eyes filled with tears. "Does Eugene know it?"
"Alas, he does!"