"Only a little, on the left hand. It's a mere trifle."
Meanwhile, the idlers and other inquisitive folk, who always come up when the danger is over, began to collect around the lady and Adhémar.
"What is it?"
"What has happened?"
"A lady burned——"
"Throw water on her!"
"It's all out. Her dress is baked a little, that's all."
"She can buy another."
"What about the gentleman who is so close to her?"
"It was probably he who burned her—with his cigar."