Turning toward his companion, he said: 

“Alas! sir, here is a sad matter!  The Prince, on hearing that you had come, took fright, although his fault was not very serious, and has shot himself.”

The officer bowed respectfully to the mistress, who was bending over Micheline.

“Please to withdraw, Madame.  You have already suffered too much,” said he.  “I understand your legitimate grief.  If I need any information, this gentleman will give it to me.”

Madame Desvarennes arose, and, without bending under the burden, she bore away on her bosom her daughter, regained.

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