It is a pity we do not die when our lives are finished. Jane may live another twenty years--a long time to wait, alone between two worlds. Jane is forty-three, I am five years older, Philibert is fifty-six, my mother nearly eighty, we are all alive, and strangely enough _Maman_ is the only one whose life is not yet ended. Hers will not end till the moment of her death...