About six o'clock in the morning
Isabel brought the child to its mother ; it looked sweetly calm in its marble beauty . `` Bury us both together in one coffin , '' she said , while her tears fell fast upon its icy face . Natalie complained of great pain , nothing that the doctor could do seemed to give her any relief , and she lay moaning through the night . About six o'clock in the morning there was a quick step on the stairs which did not escape the ear of the sufferer . `` Oh , Louis , Louis come to me , '' she cried . In a moment he was at her side , and her arms clasped round his neck . `` I knew you would come , '' she said , fondly , `` I could not have died happily unless you had . ''