He had lifted me into the boat to find that my heart still beat and
that the blood flowed from my wounds. These he had there and then bound up
in the only rude fashion he was master of, and forthwith, thinking of
Andrea and the Chevalier de Canaples, who were my friends, and of
Mademoiselle, who was my debtor, also seeing that the ch?teau was the
nearest place, he had rowed straight across to Canaples, and there I had
lain during the four weeks that had elapsed, nursed by Mademoiselle,
Andrea, and himself, and thus won back to life.
Ah, Dieu! How good it was to know that someone there was still who cared
for worthless Gaston de Luynes a little--enough to watch beside him and
withhold his soul from the grim claws of Death.
"What of M. de St. Auban?" I inquired presently.
"He has not been seen since that night. Probably he feared that did he
come to Blois, the Chevalier would find means of punishing him for the
attempted abduction of Mademoiselle."
"Ah, then Andrea is safe?"
As if in answer to my question, the lad entered at that moment, and upon
seeing me sitting up, talking to Michelot, he uttered an exclamation of
joy, and hurried forward to my bedside.
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