“The Countess has preserved her husband’s will, which she almost snatched from my hands.”
“From yours?”
“I say from mine, because the Count was already half dead. With regard to the priest and the notary, I will tell thee where they live and I believe they will declare the truth.”
Tito thought a moment; then, looking fixedly at the funereal personage, exclaimed:—
“That is to say, that if I succeed in getting possession of these documents....”
“To-morrow thou wilt marry Elena.”
“Oh, God!” murmured the boy, taking another step toward the bed.
Then he turned again towards Death.
The courtiers did not comprehend what was passing in Tito’s heart. They all believed him to be alone, or communing with the miraculous being to whom he owed his science; but such was the terror with which he had already inspired them, that no one dared to interrupt him.