I saw him hurrying through the park, his hair and clothes in disorder and his face a deadly white.

Rouletabille and I were looking out of a window in the gallery.

He saw us, and gave a despairing cry: "I'm too late!" Rouletabille answered: "She lives!" A minute later Darzac had gone into Mademoiselle Stangerson's room and, through the door, we could hear his heart-rending sobs.
"There's a fate about this place!" groaned Rouletabille.

"Some infernal gods must be watching over the misfortunes of this family!--If I had not been drugged, I should have saved Mademoiselle Stangerson.

I should have silenced him forever.