is chance? There is no such thing; it is nonsense to talk of chance. It
must be something higher!"

I was following my friend Sperver, deep in thought, who had now resumed
his walk down the corridor. The portrait of Hedwige, in all its artless
simplicity, mingled in my mind with the face of Odile.

Suddenly Gideon stopped, and, raising my eyes, I saw that we were
standing before the count's door.

"Come in, Fritz," he said, "and I will give the dogs a feed. When the
master's away the servants neglect their duty; I will come for you
by-and-by."

I entered, more desirous of seeing the young lady than the count her
father; I was blaming myself for my remissness, but there is no
controlling one's interest and affections. I was much surprised to
see in the half-light of the alcove the reclining figure of the count
leaning upon his elbow and observing me with profound attention. I was
so little prepared for this examination that I stood rather dispossessed
of self-command.

"Come nearer, monsieur le docteur," he said in a weak but firm voice,
holding out his hand. "My faithful Sperver has often mentioned your name
to me; and I was anxious to make your acquaintance."

"Let us hope, my lord, that it will be continued under more favourable
circumstances. A little patience, and we shall avert this attack."

"I think not," he replied. "I feel my time drawing near."