"_Mon Dieu_, but if it had been a heavier club by the weight of a pound you would have gone into the blessed hereafter," he smiled, approaching with noiseless tread.

He held a glass of water to Howland's lips.
"Is it bad, Croisset ?" "So bad that you will be in bed for a day or so, M'seur.

That is all." "Impossible!" cried the young engineer.

"I must take the eight o'clock train in the morning.

I must be in Le Pas--" "It is five o'clock now," interrupted Jean softly.