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Leonela took her up in her arms and laid her on the bed, entreating Lothario to go in quest of some one to attend to her wound in secret, and at the same time asking his advice and opinion as to what they should say to Anselmo about his lady's wound if he should chance to return before it was healed.
Will he soon return?" asked Gontram. "We do not know." "H'm! Can I speak to Madame Caraman?" "She is also out." "And the Zouave Coucou?" "He has gone out, too; and none of them has yet returned." Just then a carriage rolled up, and Madame Caraman and Coucou got out, followed by Fanfaro and Anselmo. "Ah, here is Monsieur Gontram," cried Madame Caraman, joyfully, as she caught sight of the painter.
Suddenly the delirious woman caught sight of Anselmo, and with a terrible cry she sprung at him with clinched fists. "There you are, you wretch," she hissed; "where have you put your black coat?" Just then the virago returned with the doctor. The latter looked contemptuously at her, and in a gruff voice said: "Lie down!" He then beat her bosom, counted her pulse, and shook his head.
The water was parted with powerful strokes, four arms were stretched toward the drowning persons, and Anselmo and his burden were brought to the shore by two men. "Confound the cold," said one of the men, shaking himself as if he were a poodle. "I should like to know what reason induced these two people to take a cold bath so early in the morning?"
He paid no regard to the salutation of the obsequious monks; in fact, he seemed scarcely to see them, but hurried in a disordered manner through the passages and gained the room of his cell, which he shut and locked with a violent clang. "What has come over him now?" said Father Anselmo.
"You will surely call me?" asked the little one. "Certainly; go now and rely on me." She went, and Anselmo was alone with the invalid the dying woman, as he shudderingly said to himself. From time to time the sick woman would wake up in her sleep and utter a low moan. Anselmo looked in terror at the face, which showed traces of former beauty.
I immediately threw over my dress that of the friar, and exchanging the wig for the tonsure, stood by him. He opened his eyes, which had closed from the fainting occasioned by the sudden gush from his wound, and looked at me with amazement. "Yes, Don Lopez," said I, "in Don Pedro behold the friar Anselmo; he whom you scourged with nettles; he who has revenged the insult."
The next day he went to dine with his friend, and was welcomed by Camilla, who received and treated him with great cordiality, knowing the affection her husband felt for him. When dinner was over and the cloth removed, Anselmo told Lothario to stay there with Camilla while he attended to some pressing business, as he would return in an hour and a half.
"I could have imagined that the return of that scoundrel, Benedetto, would bring me misfortune!" cried Anselmo, with flaming eyes. "Benedetto who speaks of Benedetto?" asked a hoarse voice. All turned in the direction from whence the words came. At the door stood the crazy woman. When Anselmo caught sight of her, he uttered a terrible cry.
"All that I have said to thee so far, Anselmo, has had reference to what concerns thee; now it is right that I should say something of what regards myself; and if I be prolix, pardon me, for the labyrinth into which thou hast entered and from which thou wouldst have me extricate thee makes it necessary.
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