That sight cooled us all.

The strife ceased; we gathered, in shame, remorse, and horror, round our ill-fated host; but it was too late,--his eyes rolled fearfully in his head.

I have seen many men die, but never one who wore such horror on his countenance.

At last all was over! Zanoni rose from the corpse, and, taking, with great composure, the sword from my hand, said calmly, 'Ye are witnesses, gentlemen, that the prince brought his fate upon himself.

The last of that illustrious house has perished in a brawl.' "I saw no more of Zanoni.