"Do not be under any alarm, Madame," said the young man, "one of the smugglers pricked me with his poniard."
Geneviève turned pale, and taking his hand,—
"Forgive me," said she, "the wrong that has been done you; you saved my life, and I have nearly caused your death."
"Am I not sufficiently recompensed in finding you? You cannot for a moment imagine it was for another that I sought."
"Come with me," said Geneviève, interrupting him; "I will find you some clean linen. Our guests must not see you thus; it would be too great a reproach to them."
"I am a great trouble to you, Madame, I fear," said Maurice, sighing.
"Not at all; I only do my duty; and," she added, "I do it with much pleasure."
Geneviève then conducted Maurice to a large dressing-room, arranged with an air of elegance he had not expected to find in the house of a master-tanner. It is true this master-tanner appeared to be a millionnaire. She then opened the wardrobes.
"Help yourself," said she; "you are at home." She withdrew.
When Maurice came out, he found Dixmer had returned.