human
It is here, Monsieur. Your litter. The very same.
gpt
My litter is here? Why?
human
Hush! For the sake of Madame. Your companion of that day--
gpt
What of him?
human
He had been living at the first Refuge, monsieur, for some days. The weather was now good, now bad.
gpt
Yes?
human
He arrived at our Hospice the day before yesterday, and, having refreshed himself with sleep on the floor before the fire, wrapped in his cloak, was resolute to go on, before dark, to the next Hospice. He had a great fear of that part of the way, and thought it would be worse to-morrow.
gpt
Yes?
human
He went on alone. He had passed the gallery when an avalanche--like that which fell behind you near the Bridge of the Ganther--
gpt
Killed him?
human
We dug him out, suffocated and broken all to pieces! But, monsieur, as to Madame. We have brought him here on the litter, to be buried. We must ascend the street outside. Madame must not see. It would be an accursed thing to bring the litter through the arch across the street, until Madame has passed through. As you descend, we who accompany the litter will set it down on the stones of the street the second to the right, and will stand before it. But do not let Madame turn her head towards the street the second to the right. There is no time to lose. Madame will be alarmed by your absence. Adieu!
gpt
Heaven's benediction on the dear girl! See where she goes in her youth and beauty; she who so nobly saved his life!
human
Do not look round, my darling, for a reason that I have,