'He is dead--yes, dead, Mademoiselle, but in his own way.

Take comfort.' She stifled a sob; then before I could say more, the Lieutenant, with his sergeant and light, were at my elbow.

He saluted Mademoiselle roughly.

She looked at him with shuddering abhorrence.
'Are you come to flog me too, sir ?' she said passionately.

'Is it not enough that you have murdered my servant ?' 'On the contrary, it was he who killed my Captain,' the Lieutenant answered, in another tone than I had expected.