"What! you?"
"Aha! you have seen me before!"
"I have."
"When and where?"
"We will not discuss it now. We will look at my wound."
The young man tore off his clothing, and going to a mirror began to look himself over. He was as cool as though merely looking for a wart. Oscar also was cool and aided in the examination.
The young man Alphonse Donetti, after a moment, said:
"I am fortunate."
"See, it is not a bad wound; the rascal meant to drive the knife through my heart from behind. He has merely driven his blade deep into my shoulder. I can take care of this wound myself. I do not need a surgeon."