“And that must be the reason why the marchioness will not leave him for a single moment.” “And that is also the reason, under the pretext that he will not see his children, that she keeps Emanuel and Marguerite from him.” “My poor sister,” said Paul, with an accent of undefinable tenderness; “and now she wishes to sacrifice her by forcing her to marry that wretch Lectoure.” “Yes, but that wretch Lectoure will take Marguerite with him to Paris, and give a regiment of dragoons to her brother, so that the marchioness will no longer have cause to dread the presence of her children. Her secret, therefore, remains henceforward in the breasts of two old men, who to-morrow, this night even, may die. The grave is silent.” “But, I--I!”---- “You! Does she know that you still exist! Has anything been heard of you since you escaped from Selkirk? Could not some accident have prevented you from coming to the appointment, which fortunately you have done safely? It is certain that she has not forgotten you, but she hopes”---- “Oh! can you believe that my mother”---- “I beg your pardon, that is true. I do not believe it!” cried Achard, “I was wrong; forget what I have said.” “Yes, yes, let us speak of you, my friend; let us speak of my father.” “Is it necessary that I should tell you that his last wishes were fulfilled. Field came to fetch you during the day, and took you away with him. Twenty-one years have passed since then, and since then not a single day has passed without my putting up a prayer that I might see you at the appointed time. My prayers have been granted,” continued the old man; “and thanks be to God, you are here. Your father lives again in you--I once more see him--I am speaking to him. I weep no longer, I am now consoled.” “And he died thus, instantly, without a struggle, without a sigh?” “Yes--I brought him here. I placed him on the bed in which you were born--I closed the door that no one might enter the house, and I went alone and dug his grave. I passed the whole day in this painful duty; for, according to the request of your father, to no one was to be confided this dreadful secret. In the evening I returned for the body. The heart of man is singularly constituted, and hope which God has planted in it can with difficulty be eradicated. I had seen him fall--I had felt his hands grow cold--I had kissed his ice-like face--I had left him, to hollow out his grave, and that grave being made, that duty being accomplished, I returned with a beating heart, for it appeared to me, although a miracle would be required for such a change, that during my absence life had returned to him, and that he would rise from his bed and speak to me. I entered the house--alas! alas! the days of miracles had passed away. Lazarus remained lying on his couch--dead! dead! dead!” and the old man remained for some time overwhelmed with grief, silent and voiceless, and tears rolled down his furrowed cheeks.