Unless he is badly hurt and has fallen by the way, he is now in the city.

Madame, I have failed you--pardon, Madame!" She helped him to sit up, and made a cushion of her cloak for his head, in a corner of the coach.

"There is nothing to ask pardon for, Havel," she said; "you did your best.

It was to be--that's all.

Drink the brandy now." A moment afterwards Lapierre was on the box, Madame Marie was inside, and Madelinette said to the coachman: "Drive hard--the White Calvary by the church of St.Mary Magdalene." In another hour the coach drew up by the White Calvary, where a soft light burned in memory of some departed soul.
The three alighted.