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"
Au
revoir
,
my
son
.
I
will
come
again
to-morrow
morning
"
;
and
he
left
.
When
he
was
gone
,
the
dying
man
,
who
was
panting
,
tried
to
raise
his
two
hands
toward
his
wife
and
gasped
:
"
Save
me
--
save
me
,
my
darling
.
I
do
not
want
to
die
--
oh
,
save
me
--
go
for
the
doctor
.
I
will
take
anything
.
I
do
not
want
to
die
.
"
He
wept
;
the
tears
coursed
down
his
pallid
cheeks
.
Then
his
hands
commenced
to
wander
hither
and
thither
continually
,
slowly
,
and
regularly
,
as
if
gathering
something
on
the
coverlet
.
His
wife
,
who
was
also
weeping
,
sobbed
:
"
No
,
it
is
nothing
.
It
is
only
an
attack
;
you
will
be
better
to
-
morrow
;
you
tired
yourself
with
that
drive
.
"
Forestier
drew
his
breath
quickly
and
so
faintly
that
one
could
scarcely
hear
him
.
He
repeated
:
"
I
do
not
want
to
die
!
Oh
,
my
God
--
my
God
--
what
has
happened
to
me
?
I
can
not
see
.
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
His
staring
eyes
saw
something
invisible
to
the
others
;
his
hands
plucked
continually
at
the
counterpane
.
Suddenly
he
shuddered
and
gasped
:
"
The
cemetery
--
me
--
my
God
!
"
He
did
not
speak
again
.
He
lay
there
motionless
and
ghastly
.
The
hours
dragged
on
;
the
clock
of
a
neighboring
convent
chimed
noon
.
Duroy
left
the
room
to
obtain
some
food
.
He
returned
an
hour
later
;
Mme.
Forestier
would
eat
nothing
.
The
invalid
had
not
stirred
.
The
young
woman
was
seated
in
an
easy-chair
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
Duroy
likewise
seated
himself
,
and
they
watched
in
silence
.
A
nurse
,
sent
by
the
doctor
,
had
arrived
and
was
dozing
by
the
window
.
Duroy
himself
was
almost
asleep
when
he
felt
a
presentiment
that
something
was
about
to
happen
.
He
opened
his
eyes
just
in
time
to
see
Forestier
close
his
.
He
coughed
slightly
,
and
two
streams
of
blood
issued
from
the
corners
of
his
mouth
and
flowed
upon
his
night
robe
;
his
hands
ceased
their
perpetual
motion
;
he
had
breathed
his
last
.
His
wife
,
perceiving
it
,
uttered
a
cry
and
fell
upon
her
knees
by
the
bedside
.
Georges
,
in
surprise
and
affright
,
mechanically
made
the
sign
of
the
cross
.
The
nurse
,
awakening
,
approached
the
bed
and
said
:
"
It
has
come
.
"
Duroy
,
recovering
his
self-possession
,
murmured
with
a
sigh
of
relief
:
"
It
was
not
as
hard
as
I
feared
it
would
be
.
"
That
night
Mme.
Forestier
and
Duroy
watched
in
the
chamber
of
death
.
They
were
alone
beside
him
who
was
no
more
.
They
did
not
speak
,
Georges
's
eyes
seemed
attracted
to
that
emaciated
face
which
the
flickering
light
made
more
hollow
.
That
was
his
friend
,
Charles
Forestier
,
who
the
day
before
had
spoken
to
him
.
