"At Sangha! At Sangha!" the heartrending voice rang out again.
"I've only done what I thought was my duty," I murmured to Melusine, helping her to get her mistress to inhale the little blue casket.
The kind creature gave me a look charged with meaning, as much as to say: "I know it, you've no need to apologize."
"Don't be alarmed," she said in an undertone. "Her brain fever has left her extremely sensitive. And you must admit there's good reason on this occasion. Look, she's coming round."
Aurora was opening her startled eyes. She saw us two bending over her and memory came back. There must have been an expression of terrible concern in our faces, for she smiled and held out a hand which I covered with kisses.
"Forgive me, children, for giving you such a fright. Good Melusine, always at her post when she's wanted! And you, dear friend, my thanks."
"You are not angry with me?" I pleaded.
She smiled and shook her head, giving me for answer the Russian saying:
"Do the rooks hate the sun for showing up the sportsman's gun?"
She added: