Do not interfere with us; you are in
no wise connected with the affair."
"He is not here," she replied. She wondered at herself, her
tones were so even, her mind was so clear.
One of the cuirassiers caught up her gown. "What's this,
Madame?" he demanded, pointing to the dark wet stains; "and
this?" to her hands, "and this?" to the spots on the carpet, the
basin and the sponge. "To the roof, men; he has gone by the roof!
Up with you!"
The ballet dancer held forth her hands in supplication; life
forsook her limbs; she sank.
The cuirassiers rushed to the roof. . . . When they came down it
was slowly and carefully. What they had found on the roof was of
no use to them. They laid the inanimate thing on the lounge, and
frowned. One of the cuirassiers lifted the ballet dancer and
carried her into her bed-room, and laid her on the bed. He had
not the heart to revive her. Death softens all angers; even an
enemy is no longer such when dead. And Johann Kopf was dead.
CHAPTER XXI
A COURT FETE AT THE RED CHATEAU
At eight o'clock of the following evening, that is to say, the
nineteenth of September, Maurice mounted the Thalian pass and
left the kingdom in the valley behind him.
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