"Another scream!"
I threw down the fork and rushed to the door, followed by my hostess. When I opened it I heard a sound of incoherent lamentation.
"My mother! Help! For God's sake! She is drowning!"
In two jumps I leaped over the rampart between me and the wharf, and made out the figure of a woman waving her arms convulsively and uttering piteous screams.
I saw what had happened, and, running to her, I asked:
"Who has fallen in?"
"My mother! Save her! Save her!"
"Where?"
"Here!"
And she pointed out the narrow space in the water between a lighter and the wharf.