When he had recovered himself, he picked up the pieces of glass and placed them in a drawer.

Then he asked the neighbor to fetch him two candles, and to send up a bucket of water by the porter.
"Do not go away," said he to the doctor, who had no intention of doing so.

"I shall want you presently." The water and the candles were brought and the two friends left alone.
"What do you want to do ?" asked the doctor, watching Jacques, who after filling a wooden bowl with water was sprinkling powdered plaster of Paris into it.
"What do I mean to do ?" asked the artist, "cannot you guess?
I am going to model Francine's head, and as my courage would fail me if I were left alone, you must stay with me." Jacques then went and drew the curtains of the bed and turned down the sheet that had been pulled up over the dead girl's face.

His hand began to tremble and a stifled sob broke from his lips.
"Bring the candles," he cried to his friend, "and come and hold the bowl for me." One of the candles was placed at the head of the bed so as to shed its light on Francine's face, the other candle was placed at the foot.

With a brush dipped in olive oil the artist coated the eye-brows, the eye-lashes and the hair, which he arranged as Francine usually wore it.
"By doing this she will not suffer when we remove the mold," murmured Jacques to himself.
These precautions taken and after arranging the dead girl's head in a favorable position, Jacques began to lay on the plaster in successive coats until the mold had attained the necessary thickness.