"You will tell my mother to take care of the little lad."
After another pause, the following words escaped him:—
"The Sister would have said a prayer."
Shortly after, he asked:—
"What o'clock is it?"
"Eleven."
"Time is not up yet;... I have still some hours to live.... I shall last till to-morrow."
A little later he again inquired the time, and crossing his hands on his breast, in a faint voice he called Malivoire and tried to speak to him. But Malivoire could not catch the words he muttered.
Then the death-rattle began, and lasted till morn....
A candle lighted up the room.