“Oh!” Evidently she surrendered helplessly. She commenced in a fatigued, dreary voice: “They are there together--the two of them! That beautiful woman--oh, I hate her now, I hate her!--_Ach, Heinrich, have you forgotten me?_” It was as if she called to him. “He does not hear me. His eyes are fixed on the woman.” She continued in short panting sentences uttered with increasing horror. “She is retreating from him--further and further back. He is following her. Oh, something terrible is going to happen--it is in the air--I feel it--something horrible!--What?--Ah, _he is trying to kiss her!_ My Heinrich! Oh, how dreadful, how dreadful!--Oh, don’t make me see any more--don’t make me see any more!--He has got her in his arms--she is struggling. Oh, I can’t look--I will not look!--Oh, Heinrich, and I loved you so!” Her voice fell from the scream of a nightmare to a plaintive moaning. “Oh, no more--no more! I can bear no more!” “Look!--Look to the very end!” The doctor’s comrades shuddered at his aspect as he crouched over her, seeming as though he were trying to peer with her eyes into some scene of horror they could not even imagine. The young woman’s face was a mask of agony. “Oh, you torture me,” she moaned, “you torture me--I see, and I do not want to see--oh, I do not want to see----” “What do you see?” “They are struggling together!--She fights desperately--what a wild cat she is! He is pinning her arms to her sides with his embrace--she throws her head back, back, to escape him. Ah! She has broken away! She runs to the table. _What is she going to do?_” The seer’s voice rose in acute alarm. “_Ach_, a revolver! Oh, no, no!” The ejaculation was a vehement and agonized protest. “_Heinrich!_ Oh, leave her--leave her!--No, he laughs at her as he follows--and she is so desperate. Ah, he has got her up in a corner--he has seized her again--she is crying out--it is a name--she cries it again and again----” “What name?” “I hear it! _Jules!_--_Jules!_--that is it--_Jules!_ Oh, what a tone of despair!” The doctor closed his eyes and swayed. Then, mastering himself with a superhuman effort, he said hoarsely: “Go on!--To the end!” “I cannot see plainly--they are struggling still. _Ach!_ the revolver! _She has fired!_ I see the thin smoke in the air.--What has happened? He has her in his arms--he stumbles with her.--_Ach, she is dead!_ She has shot herself. He stretches her out on the floor--he is bending over her--Ach, _Heinrich_, _Heinrich_, you have broken my heart!” She wailed as if from the depths of a wretchedness beyond all solace. “You have killed my love for ever! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you as long as I live--I hate myself for having loved you! _Faithless, despicable brute!_” She finished in a tone of fierce vindictiveness, a resentment, at once horrified and implacable, of unforgivable wrong. But the doctor no longer heeded her. Hands to his brow, eyes closed, he reeled away from her.