The Corporal sat down by his side; slumber stole over the eyes of the patient; and his wakeful nurse marked with satisfaction the progress of the beneficent restorer of health.
When the Captain awoke, as he did some time afterwards, he found, very much to his surprise, that a gag had been placed in his mouth, and that the Corporal was in the act of wheeling his bed to another part of the room.

He attempted to move, and gave utterance to such unintelligible sounds as could issue through a silk handkerchief.
"If your honour stirs or cries out in the least, I will cut your honour's throat," said the Corporal.
And then, having recourse to his iron bar (the reader will now see why he was provided with such an implement, for he had been meditating this coup for some days), he proceeded first to attempt to burst the lock of the little iron chest in which the Count kept his treasure, and, failing in this, to unscrew it from the ground; which operation he performed satisfactorily.
"You see, Count," said he, calmly, "when rogues fall out there's the deuce to pay.

You'll have me drummed out of the regiment, will you?
I'm going to leave it of my own accord, look you, and to live like a gentleman for the rest of my days.

Schlafen Sie wohl, noble Captain: bon repos.

The Squire will be with you pretty early in the morning, to ask for the money you owe him." With these sarcastic observations Mr.Brock departed; not by the window, as Mrs.Catherine had done, but by the door, quietly, and so into the street.