"Oh, frightened to death!"
"If you knew—oh, goodness! if you knew—"
"But the lamp is extinguished—why is that?"
"We did not do it."
"Come—recover yourselves, poor children, and tell me all about it. I have no good opinion of this inn; but, luckily, we shall soon leave it. It was an ill wind that blew me hither—though, to be sure, there was no other in the village. But what has happened?"
"You were hardly gone, when the window flew open violently, and the lamp and table fell together with a loud crash."
"Then our courage failed—we screamed and clasped each other, for we thought we could hear some one moving in the room."
"And we were so frightened, that we fainted away."
Unfortunately, persuaded that it was the violence of the wind which had already broken the glass, and shaken the window, Dagobert attributed this second accident to the same cause as the first, thinking that he had not properly secured the fastening and that the orphans had been deceived by a false alarm. "Well, well—it is over now," said he to them: "Calm yourselves, and don't think of it any more."
"But why did you leave us so hastily, Dagobert?"