"Let me bandage the wound," she exclaimed eagerly. Her eyes were alight withcompassion, certainly not because it was the dissipated French invader,M. Savary dit Detricand,--no one knew that he was the youthful Comte deTournay of the House of Vaufontaine, but because he was a wounded fellow-creature. She would have done the same for the poor beganne, DormyJamais, who still prowled the purlieus of St. Heliers.

It was clear, however, that Detricand felt differently. The moment shetouched him he became suddenly still. He permitted her to wash the bloodfrom his temple and forehead, to stanch it first with brandied jeru-leaves, then with cobwebs, and afterwards to bind it with her ownkerchief.