She hoped he would last long enough to be able to leave.

But when you spoke to her, she seemed to be worried.
When I saw him again, I felt he was really going to die soon.

He sat in his chair, collapsed, with his elbows on the arms of the chair and his hands drooping.

It seemed difficult for him to look at things, and he held his face bowed down, so that the light from the window did not reveal his pupils, but only the edge of the lower lids, which gave the impression of his eyes having been put out.

I remembered what the poet had said, and I trembled before this man whose life was over, who reviewed almost his entire existence like a terrible sovereign, and was wrapped in a beauty that was of God..