“Pardieu!” he replied, “a mile or two off I met M. de St. Luc——”
“Ah! my murderer.”
“And he said, ‘Rémy, go to the old copse, there you will find a man dead.’”
“Dead?”
“Yes, he thought so; well, I came here and saw you.”
“And now, tell me frankly, am I mortally wounded?”
“I will try to find out.”
Rémy approached him carefully, took off his cloak, his doublet and shirt. The sword had penetrated between the sixth and seventh ribs.
“Do you suffer much?”
“In my back, not in my chest.”