"What will become of you ?" he added; "you have nothing." "Do not think of me," said she; "I am nobody; think only of God." He said farewell to her; she still remained a little while in his room, and went out when he was no longer conscious.

She had given away here and there the few movables that belonged to her, and now took the road to St.Cyr.

On the steps she met Marshal Villeroy.

"Good by, marshal," she said curtly, and covered up her face in her coifs.

He! it was who sent her news of the king to the last moment.