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The
sun
sank
lower
in
the
heavens
;
we
passed
the
river
Drance
and
observed
its
path
through
the
chasms
of
the
higher
and
the
glens
of
the
lower
hills
.
The
Alps
here
come
closer
to
the
lake
,
and
we
approached
the
amphitheatre
of
mountains
which
forms
its
eastern
boundary
.
The
spire
of
Evian
shone
under
the
woods
that
surrounded
it
and
the
range
of
mountain
above
mountain
by
which
it
was
overhung
.
The
wind
,
which
had
hitherto
carried
us
along
with
amazing
rapidity
,
sank
at
sunset
to
a
light
breeze
;
the
soft
air
just
ruffled
the
water
and
caused
a
pleasant
motion
among
the
trees
as
we
approached
the
shore
,
from
which
it
wafted
the
most
delightful
scent
of
flowers
and
hay
.
The
sun
sank
beneath
the
horizon
as
we
landed
,
and
as
I
touched
the
shore
I
felt
those
cares
and
fears
revive
which
soon
were
to
clasp
me
and
cling
to
me
forever
.
It
was
eight
o'clock
when
we
landed
;
we
walked
for
a
short
time
on
the
shore
,
enjoying
the
transitory
light
,
and
then
retired
to
the
inn
and
contemplated
the
lovely
scene
of
waters
,
woods
,
and
mountains
,
obscured
in
darkness
,
yet
still
displaying
their
black
outlines
.
The
wind
,
which
had
fallen
in
the
south
,
now
rose
with
great
violence
in
the
west
.
The
moon
had
reached
her
summit
in
the
heavens
and
was
beginning
to
descend
;
the
clouds
swept
across
it
swifter
than
the
flight
of
the
vulture
and
dimmed
her
rays
,
while
the
lake
reflected
the
scene
of
the
busy
heavens
,
rendered
still
busier
by
the
restless
waves
that
were
beginning
to
rise
.
Suddenly
a
heavy
storm
of
rain
descended
.
I
had
been
calm
during
the
day
,
but
so
soon
as
night
obscured
the
shapes
of
objects
,
a
thousand
fears
arose
in
my
mind
.
I
was
anxious
and
watchful
,
while
my
right
hand
grasped
a
pistol
which
was
hidden
in
my
bosom
;
every
sound
terrified
me
,
but
I
resolved
that
I
would
sell
my
life
dearly
and
not
shrink
from
the
conflict
until
my
own
life
or
that
of
my
adversary
was
extinguished
.
Elizabeth
observed
my
agitation
for
some
time
in
timid
and
fearful
silence
,
but
there
was
something
in
my
glance
which
communicated
terror
to
her
,
and
trembling
,
she
asked
,
"
What
is
it
that
agitates
you
,
my
dear
Victor
?
What
is
it
you
fear
?
"
"
Oh
!
Peace
,
peace
,
my
love
,
"
replied
I
;
"
this
night
,
and
all
will
be
safe
;
but
this
night
is
dreadful
,
very
dreadful
.
"
I
passed
an
hour
in
this
state
of
mind
,
when
suddenly
I
reflected
how
fearful
the
combat
which
I
momentarily
expected
would
be
to
my
wife
,
and
I
earnestly
entreated
her
to
retire
,
resolving
not
to
join
her
until
I
had
obtained
some
knowledge
as
to
the
situation
of
my
enemy
.
She
left
me
,
and
I
continued
some
time
walking
up
and
down
the
passages
of
the
house
and
inspecting
every
corner
that
might
afford
a
retreat
to
my
adversary
.
But
I
discovered
no
trace
of
him
and
was
beginning
to
conjecture
that
some
fortunate
chance
had
intervened
to
prevent
the
execution
of
his
menaces
when
suddenly
I
heard
a
shrill
and
dreadful
scream
.
It
came
from
the
room
into
which
Elizabeth
had
retired
.
As
I
heard
it
,
the
whole
truth
rushed
into
my
mind
,
my
arms
dropped
,
the
motion
of
every
muscle
and
fibre
was
suspended
;
I
could
feel
the
blood
trickling
in
my
veins
and
tingling
in
the
extremities
of
my
limbs
.
This
state
lasted
but
for
an
instant
;
the
scream
was
repeated
,
and
I
rushed
into
the
room
.
Great
God
!
Why
did
I
not
then
expire
!
Why
am
I
here
to
relate
the
destruction
of
the
best
hope
and
the
purest
creature
on
earth
?
She
was
there
,
lifeless
and
inanimate
,
thrown
across
the
bed
,
her
head
hanging
down
and
her
pale
and
distorted
features
half
covered
by
her
hair
.
Everywhere
I
turn
I
see
the
same
figure
--
her
bloodless
arms
and
relaxed
form
flung
by
the
murderer
on
its
bridal
bier
.
Could
I
behold
this
and
live
?
Alas
!
Life
is
obstinate
and
clings
closest
where
it
is
most
hated
.
For
a
moment
only
did
I
lose
recollection
;
I
fell
senseless
on
the
ground
.
When
I
recovered
I
found
myself
surrounded
by
the
people
of
the
inn
;
their
countenances
expressed
a
breathless
terror
,
but
the
horror
of
others
appeared
only
as
a
mockery
,
a
shadow
of
the
feelings
that
oppressed
me
.
I
escaped
from
them
to
the
room
where
lay
the
body
of
Elizabeth
,
my
love
,
my
wife
,
so
lately
living
,
so
dear
,
so
worthy
.
She
had
been
moved
from
the
posture
in
which
I
had
first
beheld
her
,
and
now
,
as
she
lay
,
her
head
upon
her
arm
and
a
handkerchief
thrown
across
her
face
and
neck
,
I
might
have
supposed
her
asleep
.
I
rushed
towards
her
and
embraced
her
with
ardour
,
but
the
deadly
languor
and
coldness
of
the
limbs
told
me
that
what
I
now
held
in
my
arms
had
ceased
to
be
the
Elizabeth
whom
I
had
loved
and
cherished
.
