terrible Russian madness (the hurlement[1]) had broken out. One woman begins to howl, then her companion follows, and in three days' time the whole village is howling mad. I put an end to it by flogging them. (Take a little chicken, it is very tender.) The Count would never allow me to try the experiment."
"What! you wanted him to consent to your atrocious treatment? "
"Oh, he had known his mother so little, and besides it was for her good; but tell me, Professor, have you ever held that fear could drive anyone mad?"
"The Countess's situation was frightful . . . to find herself in the claws of a savage beast!"
"All the same, her son does not take after her. A year ago he was in exactly the same predicament, but, thanks to his coolness, he had a marvellous escape."
"From the claws of a bear?"
"A she-bear, the largest seen for some time. The Count wanted to attack her, boar-spear in hand, but with one back stroke she parried the blade, clutched the Count, and felled him to the ground as easily as I could upset this bottle. He
- ↑ The Russian for one possessed is "a howler"; klikoucha, the root of which is klik, clamour, howling.
