"At night?"
Rosa looked at him in astonishment and said:
"Yes. At night. Between two and three."
The sorrowful melody came back to him. He asked, trembling:
"Did she suffer much?"
"No, no. God be thanked, dear Christophe: she hardly suffered at all. She was so weak. She did not struggle against it. Suddenly they saw that she was lost…."
"And she … did she know it?"
"I don't know. I think …"
"Did she say anything?"
"No. Nothing. She was sorry for herself like a child."