Six o'clock, and seven, had tolled unheeded, during this afflicting, yet soothing recital; but the eighth hour striking, when the tumult of sorrow was subsiding into the sadness of grief, the sound caught the ear of Gabriella, who, hastily rising, exclaimed, 'Ah, voila que je suis encore susceptible de plaisir, puisque ta societe m'a fait oublier les tristes et penibles devoirs, qui m'appellent a des taches qui--a peine--m'empechent de mourir de faim!'[9] [Footnote 9: 'See, if I am not still susceptible of pleasure! Thy society has made me forget the sad and painful duties that call me hence, to tasks that snatch me,--with difficulty,--from perishing by famine!'] At these words, all the fortitude hitherto sustained by Juliet,--for the borrowed name of Ellis will now be dropt,--utterly forsook her. Torrents of tears gushed from her eyes, and lamentations, the bitterest, broke from her lips. She could bear, she cried, all but this; all but beholding the friend of her heart, the daughter of her benefactress, torn from the heights of happiness and splendour; of merited happiness, of hereditary splendour; to be plunged into such depths of distress, and overpowered with anguish. 'Ah! que je te reconnois bien a ce trait!' cried Gabriella, while a tender smile tried to force its way through her tears: 'cette ame si noble! si inebralable pour elle-meme, si douce, si compatissante pour tout autre! que de souvenirs chers et touchans ne se presentent, a cet instant, a mon coeur! Ma chere Julie! il est bien vrai, donc, que je te vois, que je te retrouve encore! et, en toi, tout ce qu'il y a de plus aimable, de plus pur, et de plus digne! Comment ai-je pu te revoir, sans retrouver la felicite? Je me sens presque coupable de pouvoir t'embrasser,--et de pleurer encore!'[10] [Footnote 10: 'Ah, how I know thee by that trait! thy soul so noble! so firm in itself; so soft, so commiserating for every other! what tender, what touching recollections present themselves at this instant to my heart! Dearest Juliet! is it, then, indeed no dream, that I have found--that I behold thee again? and, in thee, all that is most exemplary, most amiable, and most worthy upon earth! How is it I can recover thee, and not recover happiness? I almost feel as if I were criminal, that I can embrace thee,--yet weep on!']