“As my husband has just told you, I was sitting up with my little Bertha.  I was rather tired; for I had sat up the night before also, and I had begun to nod, when a sudden noise aroused me.  I was not quite sure whether I had really heard such a noise; but just then a second shot was heard.  I left the room more astonished than frightened.  Ah, sir!  The fire had already made such headway, that the staircase was as light as in broad day.  I went down in great haste.  The outer door was open.  I went out; and there, some five or six yards from me, I saw, by the light of the flames, the body of my husband lying on the ground.  I threw myself upon him; but he did not even hear me; his heart had ceased to beat.  I thought he was dead; I called for help; I was in despair.”

M. Seneschal and M. Daubigeon trembled with excitement.

“Well, very well!” said M. Galpin, with an air of satisfaction,—­“very well done!”

“You know,” continued the countess, “how hard it is to rouse country-people.  It seems to me I remained ever so long alone there, kneeling by the side of my husband.  At last the brightness of the fire awakened some of the farm-hands, the workmen, and our servants.  They rushed out, crying, ‘Fire!’ When they saw me, they ran up and helped me carry my husband to a place of safety; for the danger was increasing every minute.  The fire was spreading with terrific violence, thanks to a furious wind.  The barns were one vast mass of fire; the outbuildings were burning; the distillery was in a blaze; and the roof of the dwelling-house was flaming up in various places.  And there was not one cool head among them all.  I was so utterly bewildered, that I forgot all about my children; and their room was already in flames, when a brave, bold fellow rushed in, and snatched them from the very jaws of death.  I did not come to myself till Dr. Seignebos arrived, and spoke to me words of hope.  This fire will probably ruin us; but what matters that, so long as my husband and my children are safe?”

Dr. Seignebos had more than once given utterance to his contemptuous impatience:  he did not appreciate these preliminary steps.  The others, however, the mayor, the attorney, and even the servants, had hardly been able to suppress their excitement.  He shrugged his shoulders, and growled between his teeth,—­

“Mere formalities!  How petty!  How childish!”

After having taken off his spectacles, wiped them and replaced them twenty times, he had sat down at the rickety table in the corner of the room, and amused himself with arranging the fifteen or twenty shot he had extracted from the count’s wounds, in long lines or small circles.  But, when the countess uttered her last words, he rose, and, turning to M. Galpin, said in a curt tone,—­

“Now, sir, I hope you will let me have my patient again.”

The magistrate was not a little incensed:  there was reason enough, surely; and, frowning fiercely, he said,—­