He tore open his collar, his tie, his shirt:
“Air!” he implored.
And his eyes started from his head, he staggered, fell into a chair.
Louise rang the bell. The girls screamed for the maids, the butler. Henri flew down the stairs to fetch a doctor.
It was was too late....
Van Naghel lay dead, struck down by apoplexy.
[1] Lord! Heavens!
[2] Nurse, ayah.
[3] The young master.