BrokenTune

 

The deaf man was leaning, with his elbows on the balustrade, at the spot where the archdeacon had been a moment before, and there, never detaching his gaze from the only object which existed for him in the world at that moment, he remained motionless and mute, like a man struck by lightning, and a long stream of tears flowed in silence from that eye which, up to that time, had never shed but one tear."

That's done it. That broke me. And then Hugo slips this in:

Phoebus de Châteaupers also came to a tragic end. He married.