CHAPTER LII.
"WILL JANE ZELD LIVE?"
Goutran had not seen the face of the burthen borne by Esperance, who haduttered no name, and whose movements had been so rapid that Goutran hadsome difficulty in overtaking him.
Where did Esperance propose to go? He had not asked himself thisquestion. Goutran ran after him.
"Where are you carrying that dead body?" he shouted.
Esperance stopped short. "Was she dead?" he asked himself. "No, no," hecried, "she lives--she breathes! She must not die!"
"Do you know this woman?" asked Goutran. Suddenly he started back.
Jane was still wrapped in the oriental stuff. He remembered thematerial.
"Good heavens!" he cried, "what does this mean? It is Jane!"
They reached the avenue, and looked about for a carriage, but none wasto be seen.
"Where are we to take this poor thing?" said Goutran.
"To my rooms," answered Esperance. "But I am afraid she will die in myarms!"
"I will hasten on and arouse the servants, and have everythingprepared."
"Yes, by all means. I am strong, and shall be there almost as soon asyourself."
In a very few minutes they reached the hotel, which Goutran opened witha key given him by Esperance. They entered the corridor that led to therooms formerly occupied by Haydee.
Esperance, with infinite precautions, laid Jane on the bed.
The girl's hair had fallen loose, and its darkness made an admirablebackground for her delicate features.
When Esperance saw this frail form thus inert, and the blue-veined lidsclosing the eyes, he yielded to his emotion and sobbed like a child. Hewas very unlike his father, and in these few moments he probablysuffered more than his father had ever done.
Goutran, in the meantime, had lighted the room, then coming to the sideof the bed, he leaned over the girl.
"Esperance!" he said, "rouse yourself, if you wish to save her!"
With a violent effort Esperance resumed his self-control.
"Ah! you are right, my friend. But if Jane is dead, I shall die also,for I love her--I love her!"
And he uttered these words in a tone of such sincerity that Goutranunderstood the whole.
"We must see the wound," continued Esperance, "for I am something of aphysician."
Goutran gently removed the shawl, and on the left bosom there was asmall, dark spot. Esperance listened for the beating of her heart. Therewas a moment of terrible suspense. At last Esperance rose from hisknees.
"She is living," he said, in a grave voice. "Goutran, go to my room andbring me a small sandal-wood case on the chimney-piece."
Esperance spoke now with absolute calmness. He was himself once more.When alone with Jane he took her head in his hands.
"Why," he said in his low, harmonious tone, "why did you wish to die?You shall live, Jane, and nothing shall ever separate us more!"
He pressed his lips to Jane's. This kiss was an oath. Would Esperancekeep it?
Goutran returned with the case.
"Shall I not call some one?" asked the young man.
"No, not yet," Esperance replied.
He opened the box and took out an instrument.
"My hand does not tremble, does it?"
"No," said the painter, "it is perfectly firm."
Then, entirely master of himself though deadly pale, Esperance probedthe wound.
Goutran watched every movement and studied his face. It was a strangescene. Jane, with her fair bosom all uncovered, seemed to sleep.
"Goutran," said Esperance in a whisper, "the ball has not gone far--Ican touch it! Give me the case again," he said presently. He selectedother instruments. "I have it!" exclaimed Esperance, and the ball wasin his hand.
As he spoke the kind face of Madame Caraman appeared at the door. Forthe last twenty minutes she had heard footsteps over her head in theroom of the deceased Countess, which no one ever entered except theCount, and now she beheld a stranger on the bed in this sacred room.
"Madame Caraman," said Esperance, "here is a lady accidentally wounded.I beg of you to take care of her--do all that her condition requires."
"Poor soul!" cried the good woman. "What does it all mean?"
"I am just about to dress the wound. Do not be frightened. One word,however--I do not wish any one to know that she is here. You will treather as if she were my sister."
"Of course, sir, of course, but am I to say nothing to the Count?"
"He is away, I know not where. I desire the secret to be keptpunctiliously."
"Yes, sir, on one condition."
"A condition? And what may that be?"
"It is that, like your father, you will call me Mamma Caraman--notMadame!"
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