It came, indeed, foaming and turbulent, carrying away like a feather the house in which they had taken shelter; and majestic, immense, rolling like a serpent, it arrived like a wall behind the horses of Remy and Diana.  Henri uttered a cry of terror, and turned on the water, as though he would have fought it.

“You see you are lost!” screamed he.  “Come, madame, perhaps there is still time; come with me.”

“No, monsieur,” said she.

“In a minute it will be too late; look!” cried he.

Diana turned; the water was within fifty feet of her.

“Let my fate be accomplished,” said she; “you, monsieur, fly.”

Remy’s horse, exhausted, fell, and could not rise again, despite the efforts of his rider.

“Save her in spite of herself,” cried Remy.

And at the same moment, as he disengaged himself from the stirrups, the water passed over the head of the faithful servant.  His mistress, at this sight, uttered a terrible cry, and tried to jump off her horse to perish with him.  But Henri, seeing her intention, seized her round the waist, and placing her before him, set off like an arrow.

“Remy!  Remy!” cried she, extending her arms.  A cry was the only answer.  Remy had come up to the surface, and, with the indomitable hope which accompanies the dying man to the last, was swimming, sustained by a beam.  By his side came his horse, beating the water desperately with his feet, while the water gained on Diana’s horse, and some twenty feet in front Henri and Diana flew on the third horse, which was half mad with terror.

Remy scarcely regretted life, since he hoped that his loved mistress would be saved.

“Adieu, madame!” cried he.  “I go first to him who waits for us, to tell him that you live for—­”

He could not finish; a mountain of water rolled over his head.

“Remy!  Remy!” cried the lady, “I wish to die with you.  I will! monsieur, I will go to him; in the name of God, I will!”

She pronounced these words with so much energy and angry authority, that the young man unfolded his arms and let her slip to the ground, saying—­

“Well, madame, we will all three die here together; it is a joy I had not hoped for.”

As he said these words he stopped his horse, and the water reached them almost immediately; but, by a last effort of love, the young man kept hold of Diana’s arm as she stood on the ground.  The flood rolled over them.  It was a sublime spectacle to see the sang-froid of the young man, whose entire bust was raised above the water, while he sustained Diana with one arm, and with the other guided the last efforts of his expiring horse.

There was a moment of terrible struggle, during which the lady, upheld by Henri, kept her head above water, while with his left hand he kept off the floating wood and the corpses which would have struck against them.

One of the bodies floating past sighed out, “Adieu, madame!”