Jon Hagadorn

"'What?'

said the Count.

"'Do you still regret anything in the world, and yet die?'

"'Oh, I entreat you!'

exclaimed Morel in a low voice.

"'Do not speak another word, Count.

Do not prolong my punishment.'

The Count fancied that he was yielding, and this belief revived the horrible doubt that had overwhelmed him at the Chateau d'Yves.

"'I am endeavoring,' he thought, "'to make this man happy.

I look upon this restitution as a weight thrown into the scale to balance the evil I have wrought.'

Now, supposing I am deceived, supposing this man has not been unhappy enough to merit happiness, alas, what would become of me who can only atone for evil by doing good?'

Then he said aloud, "'Listen, Morel, I see your grief is great, but still you do not like to risk your soul.'

Morel smiled sadly.'

Count, he said, I swear to you, my soul is no longer my own.

Maximilian, you know I have no relation in the world.

I have accustomed myself to regard you as my son.

Well then, to save my son, I will sacrifice my life, nay, even my fortune.

What do you mean?

I mean—

that you wish to quit life because you do not understand all the enjoyments which are the fruits of a large fortune.