She said again:
"Oh! Christophe!… Such an awful thing has happened!"
He thrust away from the table. He stuttered:
"H—here?"
She pointed to the house on the other side of the yard.
He cried:
"Sabine!"
She wept:
"She is dead."
Christophe saw nothing. He got up: he almost fell: he clung to the table, upset the things on it: he wished to cry out. He suffered fearful agony. He turned sick.