A friend had just left them; and the chair on which he had been sitting, remained where he left it, between the two Corsicans. Piombo was casting glances at that chair,--glances full of thoughts, crowding one upon another like remorse,--for the empty chair was Ginevra’s. Elisa Piombo watched the expressions that now began to cross her husband’s pallid face. Though long accustomed to divine his feelings from the changeful agitations of his face, they seemed to-night so threatening, and anon so melancholy that she felt she could no longer read a soul that was now incomprehensible, even to her. Would Bartolomeo yield, at last, to the memories awakened by that chair? Had he been shocked to see a stranger in that chair, used for the first time since his daughter left him? Had the hour of his mercy struck,--that hour she had vainly prayed and waited for till now? These reflections shook the mother’s heart successively. For an instant her husband’s countenance became so terrible that she trembled at having used this simple means to bring about a mention of Ginevra’s name. The night was wintry; the north wind drove the snowflakes so sharply against the blinds that the old couple fancied that they heard a gentle rustling. Ginevra’s mother dropped her head to hide her tears. Suddenly a sigh burst from the old man’s breast; his wife looked at him; he seemed to her crushed. Then she risked speaking--for the second time in three long years--of his daughter. “Ginevra may be cold,” she said, softly. Piombo quivered. “She may be hungry,” she continued. The old man dropped a tear. “Perhaps she has a child and cannot suckle it; her milk is dried up!” said the mother, in accents of despair. “Let her come! let her come to me!” cried Piombo. “Oh! my precious child, thou hast conquered me.” The mother rose as if to fetch her daughter. At that instant the door opened noisily, and a man, whose face no longer bore the semblance of humanity, stood suddenly before them. “Dead! Our two families were doomed to exterminate each other. Here is all that remains of her,” he said, laying Ginevra’s long black hair upon the table. The old people shook and quivered as if a stroke of lightning had blasted them. Luigi no longer stood before them. “He has spared me a shot, for he is dead,” said Bartolomeo, slowly, gazing on the ground at his feet. ADDENDUM The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy. Bidault (known as Gigonnet) The Government Clerks Gobseck Cesar Birotteau The Firm of Nucingen A Daughter of Eve Bonaparte, Napoleon The Gondreville Mystery Colonel Chabert Domestic Peace The Seamy Side of History A Woman of Thirty Bonaparte, Lucien The Gondreville Mystery Camusot de Marville, Madame Cesar Birotteau Jealousies of a Country Town Scenes from a Courtesan’s Life Cousin Pons