I have come to the last of the fair white sheets of paper the _Cure_ brought for me from Havre this autumn, and it grows strangely dark even for my eyes. I will write no more, but sit out on the terrace and wait for the sunset. Perhaps she may call me to-day. 'Jacques, my hat and cloak!' THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's The Chevalier d'Auriac, by S. (Sidney) Levett-Yeats