Again Karasch wanted to speak and again she stopped him just as before with a glance and a quick gesture. I understood then.
“I want to speak to Karasch alone,” I said.
“No, you must not speak to him yet. There will be plenty of time when you are better. Go away, Karasch; you disturb Burgwan and excite him.”
He lingered in hesitation and looked at me; and she repeated her words dismissing him.
“Yes go, Karasch, and saddle the horses. Three of them; and put together enough food for three of us for a couple of days. And come and report the moment you are ready.”
“Burgwan! You are mad,” cried Mademoiselle.
“No, I am just beginning to be sane again. Go, Karasch;” and without any more he left the tent.
“You must not attempt such folly. I will not go.”
“You’ll find it both lonely and unsafe alone here then.” She smiled at that, but tried to frown.
“That is just like you. But you shall not take this risk. You are not fit to move from where you are.”