"Ah! thanks!" cried Fanfar, without waiting for Caillette to give it to him, and took it, as he spoke, from the young lady's hand.
"Pshaw! I have something better than that," said Bobichel, and dashing to the inn he returned with a bottle of brandy.
"Two drops of this," he said, "will do more than all the salts in the world."
Fanfar administered a few drops to Gudel, who presently uttered a long sigh.
"Living!" cried Fanfar.
"Heaven be praised!" shouted Bobichel. Then, turning swiftly toward La Roulante, he added,
"Made a mistake, eh?"
The giantess started.
"Ah! he is better," said a treacherous voice. It was Robeccal who spoke. He feared lest his absence would look badly, and he had come back.
"A physician is wanted," exclaimed Fanfar, turning to Schwann, who was weeping like a child.