And the consequences in this case are likely to be severe, malheureuse." He turned now to Guyot, who was kneeling by the Captain, and looking to his hurt.
"Here, Guyot," he commanded sharply, "reconduct the Citoyenne to her coach.

I will perhaps see her again later, when the Captain shall have recovered consciousness.

You, Citoyenne Capoulade, assist me to carry him to bed." Each obeyed him, Guyot readily, as became a soldier, and the hostess trembling with the dread which La Boulaye's words had instilled into her.

They got Charlot to bed, and when a half-hour or so later he recovered consciousness, it was to find Guyot watching at his bed-side.
Bewildered, he demanded an explanation of his present position and of the pain in his head, which brought him the memory of a sudden and unaccountable blow he had received, which was the last thing that he remembered.

Guyot, who had never for a moment entertained a doubt of the genuineness of the mise-en-scene La Boulaye had prepared, answered him with the explanation of how he had been struck by the falling lamp, whereupon Charlot fell to cursing lamps and crumblings with horrid volubility.