"She is your daughter, is she not?"
"Yes, she is my daughter."
"Oh, my poor boy!" she said, bursting into tears. "My poor boy! . . ."
EPILOGUE
THE SUICIDE
"To horse!" said the Emperor.
He corrected himself, on seeing the magnificent ass which they brought him:
"To donkey, rather! Waldemar, are you sure this animal is quiet to ride and drive?"
"I will answer for him as I would for myself, Sire," declared the count.
"In that case, I feel safe," said the Emperor, laughing. And, turning to the officers with him, "Gentlemen, to horse!"