Satisfied at length with what they had seen, they began to think of
returning to the inn, the more especially as De Chaulieu, who had not
eaten a morsel of food since the previous evening, confessed to being
hungry; so they directed their steps to the door, lingering here and
there as they went to inspect a monument or a painting, when happening
to turn his head aside to see if his wife, who had stopped to take a
last look at the tomb of King Dagobert, was following, he beheld with
horror the face of Jacques Rollet appearing from behind a column. At
the same instant his wife joined him and took his arm, inquiring if
he was not very much delighted with what he had seen. He attempted to
say yes, but the word died upon his lips; and staggering out of the
door, he alleged that a sudden faintness had overcome him.
They conducted him to the hotel, but Natalie now became seriously
alarmed; and well she might. His complexion looked ghastly, his limbs
shook, and his features bore an expression of indescribable horror and
anguish.
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