A cheerful fellow in a blue blouse, standing with his hands in his pockets, answered.
“A woman. Ma foi! what a night to drown oneself in! Imagine the discomfort!”
The older man pushed his way into the centre, and a moment later uttered an exclamation.
“Mon Dieu!”
“What is it?” cried his companion.
His friend turned to him, breathlessly pointing to what lay upon the frozen earth.
“We asked each other who the original of the picture was,” he said. “We did not know. The face lies there. Look!”
For that which life had denied her, Death had given.