"You are to do exactly, and for love of me, what I shall now tell you." He flung upon the bed one of the two masks he had taken from the chest, and smiled with derision as he saw the gesture of involuntary fear which the slight shock of the black velvet wrung from his wife.
"You will give me a puny child!" he cried.

"Wear that mask on your face when I return.

I'll have no barber-surgeon boast that he has seen the Comtesse d'Herouville." "A man!--why choose a man for the purpose ?" she said in a feeble voice.
"Ho! ho! my lady, am I not master here ?" replied the count.
"What matters one horror the more!" murmured the countess; but her master had disappeared, and the exclamation did her no injury.
Presently, in a brief lull of the storm, the countess heard the gallop of two horses which seemed to fly across the sandy dunes by which the castle was surrounded.

The sound was quickly lost in that of the waves.
Soon she felt herself a prisoner in the vast apartment, alone in the midst of a night both silent and threatening, and without succor against an evil she saw approaching her with rapid strides.

In vain she sought for some stratagem by which to save that child conceived in tears, already her consolation, the spring of all her thoughts, the future of her affections, her one frail hope.
Sustained by maternal courage, she took the horn with which her husband summoned his men, and, opening a window, blew through the brass tube feeble notes that died away upon the vast expanse of water, like a bubble blown into the air by a child.