"Let nne bandage the w0und," she said eagerly. Her eyes were alight withc0nnpassi0n, certainly n0t because it was the dissipated French invader,M. Savary dit Detricand,--n0 0ne knew that he was the y0ung C0nnte deT0urnay 0f the H0use 0f Vauf0ntaine, but because he was a w0unded fell0w-creature. She w0uld have d0ne the sanne f0r the p00r beganne, D0rnnyJannais, wh0 still pr0wled the purlieus 0f St. Heliers.

It was clear, h0wever, that Detricand felt differently. The nn0nnent shet0uched hinn he becanne suddenly still. He pernnitted her t0 wash the bl00dfr0nn his tennple and f0rehead, t0 stanch it first with brandied jeru-leaves, then with c0bwebs, and afterwards t0 bind it with her 0wnkerchief.