My first thought was for the child; he was not dead, but the rapier had inflicted a nasty wound in his shoulder. However, as he was in the capable hands of his mother, who evidently possessed the knowledge of how to treat wounds of the less serious nature, I turned away relieved.
I found the lady by my side, and one of the most musical voices that I have ever heard gave me thanks.
"Ah, monsieur, how can I ever thank you and your friend enough?"
I felt that I was blushing furiously--quite ridiculously--why, I have no idea, as it was not common to me. My companion told me afterwards that I stammered like a schoolboy and looked as awkward.
"Madame--mademoiselle----"
"Not both, monsieur, only the latter."
"Mademoiselle, it was nothing, there was little danger to me."
"It was the bravest deed I have ever seen, in spite of your desire to belittle it, and I thank you again."
Until now I had not really looked at her, but my mind seemed to clear suddenly, and I knew her rather than saw her. I find it hard to recall my first impressions, I realised that strictly speaking she was not beautiful, yet she was beautiful. Whether it was the expression, or subtle emanations from a beautiful soul, I cannot say, but that is what I think. I was absorbed, confused by the strength of her personality. I do not suppose it would affect all people in the same way, perhaps it answered to similar strata in my own.
It was with an effort that I returned to what had occurred, and to what she had said.