Of a sudden she started to her knees. Her staring eyes were filled with unspeakable terror. A hoa.r.s.e scream escaped from her throat, followed by a wail as long drawn out and gentle as an organ note. Turning her head, she pointed to the white fur spread out at the foot of the bed.
"There! There! He is lying there like a crouching dog, with a hole in his head. He is looking at me, with the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth."
Her eyes, wide open, rolled up, showing the whites. Her body stretched backward like a bow, and, when it had recovered its suppleness, she fell as if dead.
He bathed her temples with cold water, and brought her back to consciousness. In a childlike voice she whimpered that every joint in her body was broken. Feeling a burning sensation in the hollow of her hand, she looked, and saw that the palm was cut and bleeding.
She said:
"It"s my nails, they"ve gone into my hand. See, my nails are full of blood!"
She thanked him tenderly for his ministrations, and apologized sweetly for causing him so much trouble.
"It was not for that you came, was it?"
She tried to smile, and looked around her.
"It"s nice, here."
Her gaze met the call to rehearsal lying open on the bedside table, and she sighed:
"What is the use of my being a great actress if I am not happy?"
Without realizing it, she was repeating word for word what Chevalier had said when she rejected his advances.
Then, raising her still stupefied head from the pillow in which it had lain buried, she turned her mournful eyes toward her lover, and said to him resignedly:
"We did indeed love each other, we two. It is over. We shall never again belong to each other; no, never. He forbids it!"
THE END