I have some work today." Marie went home with a full heart.

On the way she met a young man who was acquainted with Jacques' story, and who had also paid court to herself.
"Ah! Mademoiselle Marie, so you are no longer in mourning ?" said he.
"Mourning ?" asked Marie.

"For whom ?" "What, did you not know?
It is pretty generally known, though, the black dress that Jacques gave you--." "Well, what of it ?" asked Marie.
"It was mourning.

Jacques made you wear mourning for Francine." From that day Jacques saw no more of Marie.
This rupture was unlucky for him.

Evil days returned; he had no more work, and fell into such a fearful state of wretchedness that, no longer knowing what would become of him, he begged his friend the doctor to obtain him admission to a hospital.