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At last, several men entered the drawing room; at their head was Monsieur de Camier, whose ruddy face had lost all its color. "Do not be frightened, ladies," said he, in a trembling voice; "do not be frightened. It is only a slight accident, without any danger. Monsieur de Bergenheim was wounded in the hunt," he continued, addressing Mademoiselle de Corandeuil.
At last, several men entered the drawing room; at their head was Monsieur de Camier, whose ruddy face had lost all its color. "Do not be frightened, ladies," said he, in a trembling voice; "do not be frightened. It is only a slight accident, without any danger. Monsieur de Bergenheim was wounded in the hunt," he continued, addressing Mademoiselle de Corandeuil.
With the exception of Gerfaut, who did not lose one of his host's movements, the guests, more or less absorbed by their own sensations, paid no attention to the strange attitude of the master of the house, or, like Monsieur de Camier, attributed it to the influence of wine.
From time to time, as they advanced, one of them left the party and remained mute and motionless like a sentinel at his post. This manoeuvre gradually reduced their numbers, and at last there were only three remaining. "You remain here, Camier," said the Baron, when they were about sixty steps from the last position. That gentleman, who knew the ground, was hardly flattered by this proposition.
Madame de Bergenheim did not stir; she lay upon the sofa with eyes and ears buried in the cushions, and seemed deaf and blind to all that surrounded her. Mademoiselle de Corandeuil was the only one who preserved her presence of mind. Controlling her emotion, she leaned over the Baron and sought for some sign of life. "Is he dead?" she asked, in a low voice, of Monsieur de Camier.
With the exception of Gerfaut, who did not lose one of his host's movements, the guests, more or less absorbed by their own sensations, paid no attention to the strange attitude of the master of the house, or, like Monsieur de Camier, attributed it to the influence of wine.
"What the devil ails your dogs?" exclaimed Monsieur de Camier suddenly, as he turned to the Baron, who was riding behind him. "There they are all making for the river." Just at this moment the dogs, who could be seen in the distance, hurried to the water-side, in spite of all that their leader could do to prevent them.
"Play your role better," said he to him; "we are surrounded by spies. De Camier has already made an observation about your preoccupied demeanor." "You are right," said Octave; "and you join example to advice. I admire your coolness, but I despair of equalling it." "You must mingle with my guests and talk with them," Christian replied.
After a deliberation, presided over by Monsieur de Camier, the 'tragueurs' and the dogs left in silence to surround the thickets where the animal had been found to be hidden. At the same time the hunters turned their steps in the opposite direction in order to take their positions. They soon reached the ditch alongside of which they were to place themselves.
Marillac continued raising his eyes in such a way that nothing but the whites could be seen, and as if he were searching for his words in the ceiling. "The Princess Borinski was walking slowly in the mysterious alley on the borders of the foaming torrent " "Borinski! she is a Pole, then?" interrupted M. de Camier. "Oh! go to the devil, old man!
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