And he entered the billiard room, pale and trembling with wrath.
III
"You may be reassured, monsieur," said Indiana; "the man you killed will be quite well in a few days; at least we hope so, although he is not yet able to talk."
"That's not the question, madame," said the colonel, in a voice that trembled with suppressed passion; "I insist upon knowing the name of this interesting patient of yours, and how it came about that he mistook the wall of my park for the avenue to my house."
"I have absolutely no idea," replied Madame Delmare with such a cold and haughty air that her redoubtable spouse was bewildered for an instant.
But his jealous suspicions soon regained the upper hand.
"I shall find out, madame," he said in an undertone; "you may be sure that I shall find out."
Thereupon, as Madame Delmare pretended not to notice his rage and continued her attentions to the wounded man, he left the room, in order not to explode before the women, and recalled the gardener.
"What is the name of the man who, you say, resembles our prowler?"
"Monsieur de Ramière. It is he who has just bought Monsieur de Cercy's little English house."