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“Ah! Mademoiselle Marie, so you are no longer in mourning?” said he.

“In mourning?” said Marie. “For whom?”

“What, did you not know? It is pretty generally known, though, the black dress that Jacques gave you———.”

“Well, what of it?” asked Marie.

“It was mourning. Jacques made you wear mourning for Francine.”

From that day Jacques saw mo more of Marie.

This rupture was unlucky for him. Evil days returned; he had no more work, and fell into such a state of wretchedness that, no longer knowing what would become of him, he begged his friend the doctor to obtain him admission to a hospital. The doctor saw at the first glance that this admission would not be difficult to obtain. Jacques, who did not suspect his condition, was on the way to rejoin Francine.

He was admitted into the Saint Louis hospital.

As he could still move about, Jacques begged the superintendent of the hospital to let him have a little unused room, and he had a stand, some tools, and some modelling clay brought there. During the first fortnight he worked at the figure he intended for Francine’s grave. It was an angel with outspread wings. This figure, which was Francine’s portrait, was never quite finished, for Jacques could soon no longer mount the stairs, and in a short time could not leave his bed.

One day the order book fell into his hands, and seeing the things prescribed for himself, he understood that he was lost. He wrote to his family, and sent for Sister Sainte-Geneviève, who looked after him with charitable care.

“Sister,” said Jacques, “there is upstairs in the room that was lent me a little plaster cast. This statuette,