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The Clique of Gold

Chapter 3
Henrietta, roused by the noise all over the house, the voices in the passages, and the steps
on the staircase, and suspecting that some accident had happened, had rushed at once into
her mother's room.
There she had heard the doctors utter the fatal words,--
"All is over!"
There were five or six of them in the room; and one of them, his eyes swollen from
sleeplessness, and overcome with fatigue, had drawn the count into a corner, and,
pressing his hands, repeated over and over again,--
"Courage, my dear sir, courage!"
He, overcome, with downcast eye, and cold perspiration on his pallid brow, did not
understand him; for he continued to stammer incessantly,--
"It is nothing, I hope. Did you not say it was nothing?"
There are misfortunes so terrible, so overwhelming in their suddenness, that the stunned
mind refuses to believe them, and denies their genuineness in spite of their actual
How could any one imagine or comprehend that the countess, who but a moment ago was
standing there full of life, in perfect health, and the whole vigor of her years, apparently
perfectly happy, smiling, and beloved by all,--how could one conceive that she had all at
once ceased to exist?
They had laid her on her bed in her ball costume,--a blue satin dress trimmed with lace.
The flowers were still in her hair; and the blow had come with such suddenness, that,
even in death, she retained the appearance of life; she was still warm, her skin
transparent, and her limbs supple. Even her eyes, still wide open, retained their
expression, and betrayed the last sensation that had filled her heart, --terror. It looked as if
she had had at that last moment a revelation of the future which her too great
cautiousness had prepared for her daughter.
"My mother is not dead; oh, no! she cannot be dead!" exclaimed Henrietta. And she went
from one doctor to the other, urging them, beseeching them, to find some means--
What were they doing there, looking so blank, instead of acting? Were they not going to
restore her,--they whose business it was to cure people, and who surely had saved a
number of people? They turned away from her, distressed by her terrible grief, expressing
their inability to help by a gesture; and then the poor girl went back to the bed, and,
bending over her mother, watched with a painfully bewildered air for her return to life. It