“It was Miss Harriet, who had come upon us, who had seen us and who stood in front of us motionless as a spectre.  Then she disappeared in the darkness.

“I was ashamed, embarrassed, more desperate at having been thus surprised by her than if she had caught me committing some criminal act.

“I slept badly that night.  I was completely unnerved and haunted by sad thoughts.  I seemed to hear loud weeping, but in this I was no doubt deceived.  Moreover, I thought several times that I heard some one walking up and down in the house and opening the hall door.

“Toward morning I was overcome by fatigue and fell asleep.  I got up late and did not go downstairs until the late breakfast, being still in a bewildered state, not knowing what kind of expression to put on.

“No one had seen Miss Harriet.  We waited for her at table, but she did not appear.  At length Mother Lecacheur went to her room.  The English woman had gone out.  She must have set out at break of day, as she was wont to do, in order to see the sun rise.

“Nobody seemed surprised at this, and we began to eat in silence.

“The weather was hot, very hot, one of those broiling, heavy days when not a leaf stirs.  The table had been placed out of doors, under an apple tree, and from time to time Sapeur had gone to the cellar to draw a jug of cider, everybody was so thirsty.  Celeste brought the dishes from the kitchen, a ragout of mutton with potatoes, a cold rabbit and a salad.  Afterward she placed before us a dish of strawberries, the first of the season.

“As I wished to wash and freshen these, I begged the servant to go and draw me a pitcher of cold water.

“In about five minutes she returned, declaring that the well was dry.  She had lowered the pitcher to the full extent of the cord and had touched the bottom, but on drawing the pitcher up again it was empty.  Mother Lecacheur, anxious to examine the thing for herself, went and looked down the hole.  She returned, announcing that one could see clearly something in the well, something altogether unusual.  But this no doubt was bundles of straw, which a neighbor had thrown in out of spite.

“I wished to look down the well also, hoping I might be able to clear up the mystery, and I perched myself close to the brink.  I perceived indistinctly a white object.  What could it be?  I then conceived the idea of lowering a lantern at the end of a cord.  When I did so the yellow flame danced on the layers of stone and gradually became clearer.  All four of us were leaning over the opening, Sapeur and Celeste having now joined us.  The lantern rested on a black-and-white indistinct mass, singular, incomprehensible.  Sapeur exclaimed: 

“’It is a horse.  I see the hoofs.  It must have got out of the meadow during the night and fallen in headlong.’

“But suddenly a cold shiver froze me to the marrow.  I first recognized a foot, then a leg sticking up; the whole body and the other leg were completely under water.