Bitterly grieved at the thought that throughout her eternal rest she would remember him solely as a companion and playfellow, he kissed her on the bosom while his hot tears fell upon her lips.

Those passionate kisses brought a last gleam of joy to Miette's eyes.

They loved one another, and their idyll ended in death.
But Silvere could not believe she was dying.

"No, you will see, it will prove only a trifle," he declared.

"Don't speak if it hurts you.