Again I slept, again I dreamt the dream.  A third time I slept, a third time it appeared to me.  This was too much.  I fled from my room to mylord Edouard’s.

At first, he treated the dream as a jest; but, seeing my panic-stricken earnestness, he changed his tune.  “You will have a chance of recovering your reason to-morrow,” he said.  Next morning we set out on our journey, as I thought.  Brooding over my dream, I never noticed that the lake was on the left-hand of the carriage, that we were returning.  When I roused myself, I found that we were back again at Clarens!

“Now, go and see her again; prove that the dream was wrong,” said Edouard.

I went nervously, feeling thoroughly ashamed of myself.  I could hear you and Julie talking in the garden.  I was cured in an instant of my superstitious folly; it fled from my mind.  I retired without seeing her, feeling a man again.  I rejoined mylord Edouard, and drove back to Villeneuve.  We are about to resume the journey to Rome.

FROM MADAME D’ORBE TO SAINT PREUX

Why did you not come to see us, instead of merely listening to our voices?  You have transfixed the terror of your dream to me.  Until your return, I shall never look upon Julie without trembling, lest I should lose her.

M. de Wolmar has let you know his wish that you should remain permanently with us and superintend the education of his children.  I am sure you will accept Rejoin us swiftly, then; I shall not have an easy moment until you are amongst us once more.

FROM MADAME D’ORBE TO SAINT PREUX

It has come to pass.  You will never see her more!  The veil!  The veil!  Julie is dead!

FROM M. DE WOLMAR TO SAINT PREUX

I have allowed your first hours of grief to pass in silence.  I was in no condition to give details, nor you to receive them.  Now I may write, and you may read.

We were on a visit to the castle of Chillon, guests of the bailli of Vevay.  After dinner the whole party walked on the ramparts, and our youngest son slipped and fell into the deep water.  Julie plunged in after him.  Both were rescued; the child was soon brought round, but Julie’s state was critical.  When she had recovered a little, she was taken back to Clarens.  The doctor told her she had but three days to live.  She spent those three days in perfect cheerfulness and tranquillity of spirit, conversing with Madame D’Orbe, the pastor, and myself, expressing her content that her life should end at a time when she had attained complete happiness.  On the fourth morning we found her lifeless.

During the three days she wrote a letter, which I enclose.  Fulfil her last requests.  There yet remains much for you to do on earth.

FROM JULIE TO SAINT PREUX