Fanfar looked at her a moment. Then, passing his hand over his brow, he seemed to try to shake himself together.
"Let him be carried to the inn, and the doctor shall see him as quickly as possible," he said.
The peasants slowly raised the injured man, and as they crossed the Square, they beheld a singular scene. Bobichel had Robeccal by the throat, and pressed his knees on his adversary's chest.
"Ah! Bobichel," cried Schwann, "is this the time to fight?"
Bobichel rose, and seemed to hesitate, then he flung the scoundrel from him, with contempt and loathing.
Fanfar leaped upon Irène's horse, and dashed off in the direction of Vagney.
"My father, and he," murmured Caillette, "all that I love and have in the world."
And with her handkerchief to her eyes, she followed the sad procession.