He did so. Anna's teeth were chattering, she was sitting huddled up, with her arms tight folded across her chest and her knees up to her chin. He closed the window. Then he sat on the bed. He laid his hands on Anna's feet: they were cold as ice, and he warmed them with his hands and lips. She was softened.
"Christophe!" she said.
Her eyes were pitiful to see.
"Anna!" said he.
"What are we going to do?"
He looked at her and replied:
"Die."
She gave a cry of joy.
"Oh! You will? You will?… I shall not be alone!"
She kissed him.