d me, and as
if he would not hear me.

"I approached him several times to embrace him, but it seemed to me that
I embraced nothing, and yet I felt very sensibly that he held me tightly
by the arm, and that when I tried to turn away my head that I might not
see him, because I could not look at him without feeling afflicted, he
shook my arm as if to oblige me to look at and listen to him.

"He always appeared to me taller than I had seen him, and taller even
than he was at the time of his death, although he had grown during the
eighteen months in which we had not met. I beheld him always naked to
the middle of his body, his head uncovered, with his fine hair, and a
white scroll twisted in his hair over his forehead, on which there was
some writing, but I could only make out the word _In_....

"It was his usual tone of voice. He appeared to me neither gay nor sad,
but in a calm and tranquil state. He begged of me, when his brother
returned, to tell him certain things to say to his father and mother. He
begged me to say the Seven Psalms which had been given him as a penance
the preceding Sunday, which he had not yet recited; again he recommended
me to speak to his brother, and then he bade me adieu, saying, as he
left me, '_Jusques, jusques_' (_till, till_), which was the usual term
he made use of when at the end of our walk we bade each other good-bye,
to go home.

"He told me that at the time he was drowned, his brother, who was
writing a translation, regretted having let him go without accompanying
him, fearing some accident. He described to me so well where he was
drowned, and the tree in the avenue of Louvigni on which he had written
a few words, that two years afterwards, being there with the late
Chevalier de Getel, one of these who were with him at the time he was
drowned, I pointed out to him the very spot; and by counting the trees
in a particular direction which Desfontaines had specified to me, I went
straight up to the tree, and I found his writing. He (the Chevalier)
told me also that the article of the Seven Psalms was true, and that on
coming from confession that they had told each other their penance; and
since then his brother has told me that it was quite true that at that
hour he was writing his exercise, and he reproached himself for not
having accompanied his brother. As nearly a month passed by without my
being able to do what Desfontaines had told me in regard to his brother,
he appeared to me ag