A touch on my arm and I start violently.
"Madame!"
It is poor old Madame Caspiar whispering to me.
"You are English. You are brave n'est-ce-pas? Can you shoot the wolf."
I am staggered at the idea.
"Shoot! Oh! I'd miss it! I daren't try it. I've never even handled a gun!" I stammer out.
I see myself revealed now as the coward that I am.
"Then I shall shoot it!" says old Madame Caspiar in a trembling voice.
She picks up the gun.
"When I was a girl I was a very good shot!"