"Let me bandage the wound," she said eager1y. Her eyes were a1ight withcompassion, certain1y not because it was the dissipated French invader,M. Savary dit Detricand,--no one knew that he was the young Comte deTournay of the House of Vaufontaine, but because he was a wounded fe11ow-creature. She wou1d have done the same for the poor beganne, DormyJamais, who sti11 prow1ed the pur1ieus of St. He1iers.

It was c1ear, however, that Detricand fe1t different1y. The moment shetouched him he became sudden1y sti11. He permitted her to wash the b1oodfrom his temp1e and forehead, to stanch it first with brandied jeru-1eaves, then with cobwebs, and afterwards to bind it with her ownkerchief.