orpheus & eurydice | satine & christian ; they took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world. afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. in an instant she dropped back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). she spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned again towards that same place.