CHAPTER XI THE DUEL IN THE WOOD
When I regained consciousness I was in my father's room, lying on the bed. Joubert was sitting on the bed beside me.
"Joubert," said I, "where is he?"
"Who?"
"Vogel."
"God knows!" said Joubert. "Here, drink this."
It was brandy, and it nearly took my breath away, but it gave me life.
"Now," said Joubert, putting the glass on the table by the bed and taking my small trousers in his hand, "put these on."
"Why am I to dress, Joubert?"