As I drove past the church, on my journey home, I cast a sad glance
through the lattice window, into the family vault; I could distinguish
the coffin of my sister; 'Emilie, I have revenged you!' I cried, as if
the deceased could hear me, and in almost a happy state of mind I
continued my journey.
Not long after this, Theodore put an end to his existence, in a fit of
gloomy despair. May God be merciful to his soul!
The family goblet could never more be found. Probably Theodore had
destroyed that mute witness of his crime. Thus the last possessor had,
in fulfilment of the prophecy, received speedy happiness from it--and
that happiness was--Death!