contained twenty sets of rooms, was unrestrictedly public, I met his servant, who went back with me and ushered me in. At the sound of my entrance he appeared in the doorway of a further room, and the instant we were alone I produced my news: "She's dead!"
"Dead?"
He was tremendously struck, and I observed that he had no need to ask whom, in this abruptness, I meant.
"She died last evening—just after leaving me."
He stared with the strangest expression, his eyes searching mine as if they were looking for a trap. "Last evening—after leaving you?" He repeated my words in stupefaction. Then he brought out so that it was in stupefaction I heard: "Impossible! I saw her."
"You 'saw' her?"
"On that spot—where you stand."
This brought back to me after an instant, as if to help me to take it in, the memory of the strange warning of his youth. "In the hour of death—I understand: as you so beautifully saw your mother."
"Ah! not as I saw my mother—not that way,
