The sewing-girl's mild countenance was not paler than usual.Only her eyes, half-closed, seemed no longer to see anything, and a half-smile of mingled grief and goodness lingered an instant about her violet lips, from which stole the almost imperceptible breath--and then the mouth became motionless, and the face assumed a great serenity of expression.
"But you must not die before me!" cried Cephyse, in a heart-rending tone, as she covered with kisses the cold cheek."Wait for me, sister! wait for me!"
Mother Bunch did not answer.The head, which Cephyse let slip from her hands, fell back gently on the mattress.
"My God.It is not my fault, if we do not die together!" cried Cephyse in despair, as she knelt beside the couch, on which the other lay motionless.
"Dead!" she murmured in terror."Dead before me!--Perhaps it is that I am the strongest.Ah! it begins--fortunately--like her, I see everything dark-blue--I suffer--what happiness!--I can scarcely breathe.Sister!"
she added, as she threw her arms round her loved one's neck; "I am coming--I am here!"
At the same instant the sound of footsteps and voices was heard from the staircase.Cephyse had still presence of mind enough to distinguish the sound.Stretched beside the body of her sister, she raised her head hastily.
The noise approached, and a voice was heard exclaiming, not far from the doer: "Good heavens! what a smell of fire!"
And, at the same instant, the door was violently shaken, and another voice exclaimed: "Open! open!"
"They will come in--they will save me--and my sister is dead--Oh, no! I will not have the baseness to survive her!"
Such was the last thought of Cephyse.Using what little strength she had left, she ran to the window and opened it--and, at the same instant that the half-broken door yielded to a vigorous effort from without, the unfortunate creature precipitated herself from that third story into the court below.Just then, Adrienne and Agricola appeared on the threshold of the chamber.In spite of the stifling odor of the charcoal, Mdlle.de Cardoville rushed into the garret, and, seeing the stove, she exclaimed, "The unhappy girl has killed herself!"
"No, she has thrown herself from the window," cried Agricola: for, at the moment of breaking open the door, he had seen a human form disappear in that direction, and he now ran to the window.
"Oh! this is frightful!" he exclaimed, with a cry of horror, as he put his hand before his eyes, and returned pale and terrified to Mdlle.de Cardoville.
But, misunderstanding the cause of his terror, Adrienne, who had just perceived Mother Bunch through the darkness, hastened to answer: "No! she is here."
And she pointed to the pale form stretched on the mattress, beside which Adrienne now threw herself on her knees.Grasping the hands of the poor sempstress, she found them as cold as ice.Laying her hand on her heart, she could not feel it beat.Yet, in a few seconds, as the fresh air rushed into the room from the door and window, Adrienne thought she remarked an almost imperceptible pulsation, and she exclaimed: "Her heart beats! Run quickly for help! Luckily, I have my smelling bottle."
"Yes, yes! help for her--and for the other too, if it is yet time!" cried the smith in despair, as he rushed down the stairs, leaving Mdlle.de Cardoville still kneeling by the side of the mattress.
End The Wandering Jew, Volume 10
