It is impossible to express the stupefaction and alarm expressed by the countenance of the Chourineur during this terrible scene. His rough features exhibited the deepest compassion for his fallen foe, and approaching Rodolph, he said, in a low tone:
"M. Rodolph, he was an accomplished villain, and has only got what he richly deserves; he wanted to murder me a little while ago, too. But he is now blind,—he does not even know how to find his way out of the house, and he may be crushed to death in the streets; may I lead him to some safe place, where, at least, he may remain quiet for a time?"
"Nobly said!" replied Rodolph, kindly pressing the hand of the Chourineur. "Go, my worthy fellow! Go with him, by all means!"
The Chourineur approached the Schoolmaster and laid his hand on his shoulder; the miserable villain started.
"Who touches me?" asked he, in a husky voice.
"It is I."
"I? Who? Who are you,—friend or foe?"
"And you have come to avenge yourself now you find I am incapable of protecting myself, I suppose?"
"Nothing of the sort. Here, take my arm; you cannot find the way out by yourself; let me lead you—there—"