two carriages driving by. Then voices sounded:
"I assure you, doctor, I am not mistaken. It was a woman screaming."
She had not the strength to raise her eyelids or speak; but she felt that two men were coming towards her. One of them bent over her and took her hand:
"It's nothing. She has only fainted."
"In that case, doctor, don't wait," said the other voice. "I will see her home."
The mist in which she was struggling lifted slowly. She perceived the smell of the earth on which she lay. She made an effort to throw off the feeling of sleep that numbed her and she opened her eyes. Guillaume was standing before her.
"You, you?" she whispered. "Oh, how glad I am! And M. Simare?"
"He's not hurt either."
"That's a good thing."
There was a pause; and then she asked:
"Why did you do it? It was not right."
