He was close to the chateau now, and she noticed that his right arm was bandaged and hanging in a sling.

And then a scream broke from her, and she bit her lip hard to keep another in check, for she had seen the horseman's face, and it was Fortunio's.
Fortunio--and wounded! Then, assuredly, Marius was dead! She swayed where she stood.

She set her hand on her bosom, above her heart, as if she would have repressed the beating of the one, the heaving of the other; her soul sickened, and her mind seemed to turn numb, as she waited there for the news that should confirm her fears.
The hoofs of his horse thundered over the planks of the drawbridge, and came clatteringly to halt as he harshly drew rein in the courtyard below.

There was a sound of running feet and men sprang to his assistance.

Madame would have gone below to meet him; but her limbs seemed to refuse their office.