began to carry it toward the place where they had been told to
take it.

Armand did not move. His eyes were fixed upon the empty grave; he
was as white as the corpse which we had just seen. He looked as
if he had been turned to stone.

I saw what was coming as soon as the pain caused by the spectacle
should have abated and thus ceased to sustain him. I went up to
the inspector. "Is this gentleman's presence still necessary?" I
said, pointing to Armand.

"No," he replied, "and I should advise you to take him away. He
looks ill."

"Come," I said to Armand, taking him by the arm.

"What?" he said, looking at me as if he did not recognise me.

"It is all over," I added. "You must come, my friend; you are
quite white; you are cold. These emotions will be too much for
you."

"You are right. Let us go," he answered mechanically, but without
moving a step.

I took him by the arm and led him along. He let himself be guided
like a child, only from time to time murmuring, "Did you see her
eyes?" and he turned as if the vision had recalled her.