“nevertheless, I am curious to know how my poor wife can have received such a shock.”
“It’s a simple affair enough, as I will explain, my dear fellow. I was returning from dining with my friend, de Vivières, and passing through Erneville on my way to Vez, I caught sight of an open window, and a woman inside making signals of distress.”
“Ah! my God!”
“That is what I exclaimed, when I realised that the window belonged to your house; and can it be my friend the Bailiff’s wife, I thought, who is in danger and in need of help?”
“You are good indeed, my lord,” said the Bailiff quite overcome. “I trust it was nothing of the sort.”
“On the contrary, my dear man.”
“How! on the contrary?”
“Yes, as you will see.”
“You make me shudder, my lord! And do you mean that my wife was in need of help and did not call me?”
“It had been her first thought to call you, but she abstained from doing so, for, and here you see her delicacy of feeling, she was afraid that if you came, your precious life might be endangered.”
The Bailiff turned pale and gave an exclamation.
“My precious life, as you are good enough to call it, is in danger?”
“Not now, since I am here.”