Arnica and while busy, interested in the eye of the Countess expertise the show. He reigned modesty discouraging. Green rep chairs, a crimson velvet chair, another common tapestry, in which she was sitting, a table, mahogany console, before the hearth, a carpet track of wool on the mantelpiece, the two sides of an alabaster clock, under glass, two large perforated alabaster vases, globes under similarly, on the table, an album of family photographs, the console, an image of Our Lady of Lourdes in his cave, Cardboard-Roman model – all advised against the Countess, who felt his heart failed him.

After all, it might be false poor, avaricious …

Arnica returned with a teapot, sugar and a cup on a tray.

– I give you much harm.

– Oh! I beg of you … But I prefer it to be before, because after I would have the strength.

– Well! Here, Valentine began after Arnica was seated: Pope …

– No! Do not tell me! do not tell me! immediately made Ms. Fleurissoire, extending his hand in front of her and then she uttered a faint cry fell back, eyes closed.

– My poor friend! my poor dear friend, the Countess said, patting her wrist. I knew the secret would be above your strength

Arnica finally opened one eye and murmured sadly:

– Is he dead?