After this massage treatment, the young girl bandaged the ankle tightly with the linen bands, and fastened them securely with pins.
"There," said she, "now try to put on your shoe and stocking; they will give support to the muscles.

Now you, Zelie, run, fit to break your neck, to the farm, make them harness the wagon, and tell them to bring it here, as close to the path as possible." The girl picked up her basket and started on a trot.
"Monsieur de Buxieres;" said Reine, "do you think you can walk as far as the carriage road, by leaning on my arm ?" "Yes;" he replied, with a grateful glance which greatly embarrassed Mademoiselle Vincart, "you have relieved me as if by a miracle.

I feel much better and as if I could go anywhere you might lead, while leaning on your arm!" She helped him to rise, and he took a few steps with her aid.
"Why, it feels really better," sighed he.
He was so happy in feeling himself thus tenderly supported by Reine, that he altogether forgot his pain.
"Let us walk slowly," continued she, "and do not be afraid to lean on me.

All you have to think of is reaching the carriage." "How good you are," stammered he, "and how ashamed I am!" "Ashamed of what ?" returned Reine, hastily.

"I have done nothing extraordinary; anyone else would have acted in the same manner." "I entreat you," replied he, earnestly, "not to spoil my happiness.