"Adieu, madame!" cried he. "I go first to him who waits for us, to tell him that you live for--" He could not finish; a mountain of water rolled over his head. "Remy! Remy!" cried the lady, "I wish to die with you. I will! monsieur, I will go to him; in the name of God, I will!" She pronounced these words with so much energy and angry authority, that the young man unfolded his arms and let her slip to the ground, saying-- "Well, madame, we will all three die here together; it is a joy I had not hoped for." As he said these words he stopped his horse, and the water reached them almost immediately; but, by a last effort of love, the young man kept hold of Diana's arm as she stood on the ground. The flood rolled over them. It was a sublime spectacle to see the sang-froid of the young man, whose entire bust was raised above the water, while he sustained Diana with one arm, and with the other guided the last efforts of his expiring horse. There was a moment of terrible struggle, during which the lady, upheld by Henri, kept her head above water, while with his left hand he kept off the floating wood and the corpses which would have struck against them. One of the bodies floating past sighed out, "Adieu, madame!" "Heavens!" cried Henri, "it is Remy!" And without calculating the danger of the additional weight, he seized him by his sleeve, drew him up, and enabled him to breath freely. But the exhausted horse now sank in the water to its neck, then to its eyes, and finally disappeared altogether. "We must die," murmured Henri. "Madame, my life and soul belonged to you."