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re dead！ 'Tisn't a merry trade； ours； especially when we have a little heart left。 What do you expect？ I can't help it。 I have a fine； strapping girl myself； she's just twenty； and when a girl of that age comes here I think of her； and I don't care if it's a great lady or a vagabond； I can't help feeling it a bit。 But I am taking up your time； sir； with my tales； and it wasn't to hear them you came here。 I was told to show you Mlle。 Gautier's grave； here you have it。 Is there anything else I can do for you？〃
〃Do you know M。 Armand Duval's address？〃 I asked。
〃Yes； he lives at Rue de ； at least； that's where I always go to get my money for the flowers you see there。〃
〃Thanks； my good man。〃
I gave one more look at the grave covered with flowers； half longing to penetrate the depths of the earth and see what the earth had made of the fair creature that had been cast to it； then I walked sadly away。
〃Do you want to see M。 Duval； sir？〃 said the gardener； who was walking beside me。
〃Yes。〃
〃Well； I am pretty sure he is not back yet； or he would have been here already。〃
〃You don't think he has forgotten Marguerite？〃
〃I am not only sure he hasn't； but I would wager that he wants to change her grave simply in order to have one more look at her。〃
〃Why do you think that？〃
〃The first word he said to me when he came to the cemetery was： 'How can I see her again？' That can't be done unless there is a change of grave； and I told him all about the formalities that have to be attended to in getting it done； for； you see； if you want to move a body from one grave to another you must have it identified； and only the family can give leave for it under the direction of a police inspector。 That is why M。 Duval has gone to see Mlle。 Gautier's sister； and you may be sure his first visit will be for me。〃
We had come to the cemetery gate。 I thanked the gardener again； putting a few coins into his hand； and made my way to the address he had given me。
Armand had not yet returned。 I left word for him； begging him to come and see me as soon as he arrived； or to send me word where I could find him。
Next day； in the morning； I received a letter from Duval； telling me of his return； and asking me to call on him； as he was so worn out with fatigue that it was impossible for him to go out。
Chapter 6
I found Armand in bed。 On seeing me he held out a burning hand。 〃You are feverish；〃 I said to him。 〃It is nothing； the fatigue of a rapid journey； that is all。〃 〃You have been to see Marguerite's sister？〃 〃Yes； who told you？〃 〃I knew it。 Did you get what you wanted？〃
〃Yes； but who told you of my journey； and of my reason for taking it？〃
〃The gardener of the cemetery。〃
〃You have seen the tomb？〃
I scarcely dared reply； for the tone in which the words were spoken proved to me that the speaker was still possessed by the emotion which I had witnessed before； and that every time his thoughts or speech travelled back to that mournful subject emotion would still； for a long time to come； prove stronger than his will。 I contented myself with a nod of the head。
〃He has looked after it well？〃 continued Armand。 Two big tears rolled down the cheeks of the sick man； and he turned away his head to hide them from me。 I pretended not to see them； and tried to change the conversation。 〃You have been away three weeks；〃 I said。
Armand passed his hand across his eyes and replied； 〃Exactly three weeks。〃
〃You had a long journey。〃
〃Oh； I was not travelling all the time。 I was ill for a fortnight or I should have returned long ago； but I had scarcely got there when I took this fever； and I was obliged to keep my room。〃
〃And you started to come back before you were really well？〃
〃If I had remained in the place for another week； I should have died there。〃
〃Well； now you are back again； you must take care of yourself； your friends will come and look after you； myself； first of all； if you will allow me。〃
〃I shall get up in a couple of hours。〃
〃It would be very unwise。〃
〃I must。〃
〃What have you to do in such a great hurry？〃
〃I must go to the inspector of police。〃
〃Why do you not get one of your friends to see after the matter？ It is likely to make you worse than you are now。〃
〃It is my only chance of getting better。 I must see her。 Ever since I heard of her death； especially since I saw her grave； I have not been able to sleep。 I can not realize that this woman； so young and so beautiful when I left her； is really dead。 I must convince myself of it。 I must see what God has done with a being that I have loved so much； and perhaps the horror of the sight will cure me of my despair。 Will you accompany me； if it won't be troubling you too much？〃
〃What did her sister say about it？〃
〃Nothing。 She seemed greatly surprised that a stranger wanted to buy a plot of ground and give Marguerite a new grave； and she immediately signed the authorization that I asked her for。〃
〃Believe me； it would be better to wait until you are quite well。〃
〃Have no fear； I shall be quite composed。 Besides； I should simply go out of my mind if I were not to carry out a resolution which I have set myself to carry out。 I swear to you that I shall never be myself again until I have seen Marguerite。 It is perhaps the thirst of the fever； a sleepless night's dream； a moment's delirium； but though I were to become a Trappist； like M。 de Rance'； after having seen； I will see。〃
〃I understand；〃 I said to Armand； 〃and I am at your service。 Have you seen Julie Duprat？〃
〃Yes； I saw her the day I returned； for the first time。〃
〃Did she give you the papers that Marguerite had left for you？〃
Armand drew a roll of papers from under his pillow； and immediately put them back。
〃I know all that is in these papers by heart；〃 he said。 〃For three weeks I have read them ten times over every day。 You shall read them； too； but later on； when I am calmer； and can make you understand all the love and tenderness hidden away in this confession。 For the moment I want you to do me a service。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Your cab is below？〃
〃Yes。
〃Well； will you take my passport and ask if there are any letters for me at the poste restante？ My father and sister must have written to me at Paris； and I went away in such haste that I did not go and see before leaving。 When you come back we will go together to the inspector of police； and arrange for to…morrow's ceremony。〃
Armand handed me his passport； and I went to Rue Jean Jacques Rousseau。 There were two letters addressed to Duval。 I took them and returned。 When I re…entered the room Armand was dressed and ready to go out。
〃Thanks；〃 he said； taking the letters。 〃Yes；〃 he added； after glancing at the addresses； 〃they are from my father and sister。 They must have been quite at a loss to understand my silence。〃
He opened the letters； guessed at rather than read them； for each was of four pages； and a moment after folded them up。 〃Come；〃 he said； 〃I will answer tomorrow。〃
We went to the police station； and Armand handed in the permission signed by Marguerite's sister。 He received in return a letter to the keeper of the cemetery； and it was settled that the disinterment was to take place next day； at ten o'clock； that I should call for him an hour before； and that we should go to the cemetery together。
I confess that I was curious to be present； and I did not sleep all night。 judging from the thoughts which filled my brain； it must have been a long night for Armand。 When I entered his room at nine on the following morning he was frightfully pale； but seemed calm。 He smiled and held out his hand。 His candles were burned out； and before leaving he took a very heavy letter addressed to his father； and no doubt containing an account of that night's impressions。
Half an hour later we were at Montmartre。 The police inspector was there already。 We walked slowly in the direction of Marguerite's grave。 The inspector went in front； Armand and I followed a few steps behind。
From time to time I felt my companion's arm tremble convulsively； as if he shivered from head to feet。 I looked at him。 He understood the look； and smiled at me； we had not exchanged a word since leaving the house。
Just before we reached the grave； Armand stopped to wipe his face； which was covered with great drops of sweat。 I took advantage of the pause to draw in a long breath； for I； too； felt as if I had a weight on my chest。
What is the origin of that mournful pleasure which we find in sights of this kind？ When we reached the grave the gardener had removed all the flower…pots； the iron railing had been taken away； and two men were turning up the soil。
Armand leaned against a tree and watched。 All his life seemed to pass before his eyes。 Suddenly one of the two pickaxes struck against a stone。 At the sound Armand recoiled； as at an electric shock； and seized my hand with such force as to give me pain。
One of the grave…diggers took a shovel and began emptying out the earth； then； when only the stones covering the coffin were left； he threw them out one by one。
I scrutinized Armand； for every moment I was afraid lest the emotions which he was visibly repressing should prove too much for him； but he s