These were for a gift to "dear Monsieur Garon, who has honoured me with his distinguished friendship; and I pray that our mutual love for the same cause may give me some title to his remembrance." Here the avocat stopped him with a quick, protesting gesture.
"Your Excellency! your Excellency!" he said in a shaking voice, "my heart has been with the man as with the cause." Other legacies were given to Medallion, to the family of Lagroin, of whom he still spoke as "my beloved General who died for me;" and ten francs to each recruit who had come to his standard.
After a long pause, he said lingeringly: "To Mademoiselle Elise Malboir, the memory of whose devotion and solicitude gives me joy in my last hour, I bequeath fifty thousand francs.

In the event of her death, this money shall revert to the parish of Pontiac, in whose graveyard I wish my body to lie.

The balance of my estate, whatever it may now be, or may prove to be hereafter, I leave to Pierre Napoleon, third son of Lucien Bonaparte, Prince of Canino, of whom I cherish a reverent remembrance." A few words more ended the will, and the name of a bank in New York was given as agent.

Then there was silence in the room, and Valmond appeared to sleep.
Presently the avocat, thinking that he might wish to be alone with the Cure, stepped quietly to the door and opened it upon Madame Chalice.

She pressed his hand, her eyes full of tears, passed inside the room, going softly to a shadowed corner, and sat watching the passive figure on the bed.
What were the thoughts of this man, now that his adventure was over and his end near?
If he were in very truth a prince, how pitiable, how paltry! What cheap martyrdom! If an impostor, had the game been worth the candle ?--Death seemed a coin of high value for this short, vanished comedy.