I immediately
rose, and was preparing to go from my chamber into the kitchen, when a
stone thrown by a vigorous arm crossed the latter, after having broken
the window, forced open the door of my chamber, and fell at my feet,
so that had I been a moment sooner upon the floor I should have had
the stone against my stomach. I judged the noise had been made to
bring me to the door, and the stone thrown to receive me as I went
out. I ran into the kitchen, where I found Theresa, who also had
risen, and was tremblingly making her way to me as fast as she
could. We placed ourselves against the wall out of the direction of
the window to avoid the stones, and deliberated upon what was best
to be done; for going out to call assistance was the certain means
of getting ourselves knocked on the head. Fortunately the maid-servant
of an old man who lodged under me was waked by the noise, and got up
and ran to call the chatelain, whose house was next to mine. He jumped
from his bed, put on his robe de chambre, and instantly came to me
with the guard, which, on account of the fair, went the round that
night, and was just at hand. The chatelain was so alarmed at the sight
of the effects of what had happened that he turned pale, and on seeing
the stones in the gallery, exclaimed, "Good God! it is a regular
quarry!" On examining below stairs, the door of a little court was
found to have been forced, and there was an appearance of an attempt
having been made to get into the house by the gallery.
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