push, so that it fell on the floor and was smashed. Then he laid down the dead man's hand and bound a handkerchief round his chin.
Not till then did the others understand what had happened. "Dead? Is he dead, doctor? Monsieur Alphonse dead?"
"Heart disease," answered the doctor.
One came running with water, another with vinegar. Amid laughter and noise, the balls could be heard cannoning on the inner billiard-table.
"Hush!" some one whispered. "Hush!" was repeated; and the silence spread in wider and wider circles round the corpse, until all was quite still.
"Come and lend a hand," said the doctor.
The dead man was lifted up; they laid him on a sofa in a corner of the room, and the nearest gas-jets were put out.
Madame Virginie was still standing up; her face was chalk-white, and she held her little soft hand pressed against her breast. They carried him right past the buffet. The doctor had seized him under the back, so that his waistcoat slipped up and a piece of his fine white shirt appeared.
She followed with her eyes the slender, supple limbs she knew so well, and continued to stare towards the dark corner.
Most of the guests went away in silence. A couple of young men entered noisily from the
