he had begun to anathematize when he saw a thread of light under his

door. About the middle of the night Eugenie, intent on her cousin,

fancied she heard a cry like that of a dying person. It must be

Charles, she thought; he was so pale, so full of despair when she had

seen him last,--could he have killed himself? She wrapped herself

quickly in a loose garment,--a sort of pelisse with a hood,--and was

about to leave the room when a bright light coming through the chinks

of her door made her think of fire. But she recovered herself as she