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about the moon, or we shall not sleep a wink
to-night, it makes me feel quite creepy! Kiss me
good-night, my friend, and let us go to bed.”
“But you will close the shutters, won’t you?”
said Leo.
“Yes, I always do when there is a moon.”
While we were having our breakfast next
morning, I told Leo that I had to go back to Paris at
once, it was safest so, because it was full moon
to-day and I was twenty-six and his mistress was
twenty-five—or was it twenty-nine? Leo had
seen me pack my bag and every dog knows what
that means. I went down to Monsieur l’Abbé
and told him the usual lie that I was summoned
to an important consultation and had to leave
the castle by the morning train. He said he was
very sorry. The Count who was just getting
into the saddle for his morning ride also said he
was sorry, and of course it was out of the question
to disturb the Countess at so early an hour. I
was besides to come back very soon.
As I drove to the station I met my friend the
village doctor returning in his dog-cart from his
morning visit to the Vicomte. The patient was
feeling very low and was yelling for food, but the
doctor had been firm in his refusal to take the
responsibility of allowing anything but water.
The poultice on the stomach and the icebag on
the head had been kept going the whole night
greatly interfering with the patient’s sleep. Had
I anything to suggest?
No, I felt sure he was in excellent hands.
Maybe, if the condition remained stationary he might
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