talking about it. Seeing him under the influence of such religious

exaltation, Venot felt the opportunity to be favorable and at once

told him of the meanly tragic shipwreck of his house. The count was

not touched thereby. His wife had gone? That meant nothing to him;

they would see what would happen later on. And again he was seized

with anguish, and gazing with a look of terror at the door, the

walls, the ceiling, he continued pouring forth his single

"Take me away! I cannot bear it any longer! Take me away!"