Roland heard the sound.

He had not the courage to pass before her door without reassuring her.
"Be easy, Amelie, I am here," he said.

It did not occur to him that his sister might be anxious for any one but him.
Amelie darted from her room in her night-dress.

It was easy to see from her pallor and the dark circles which spread nearly to the middle of her cheeks that she had not closed her eyes all night.
"Has nothing happened to you, Roland ?" she cried, clasping her brother in her arms and feeling him over anxiously.
"Nothing." "Nor to any one else ?" "No." "And you saw nothing ?" "I didn't say that," answered Roland.
"Good God! What did you see ?" "I'll tell that to you later.

Meantime, there is no one either killed or wounded." "Ah! I breathe again!" "Now, let me give you a bit of advice, little sister.