"The Count has waked, and he wishes to see you," he said, as he reached me.
"He is no worse?" I asked.
"Apparently not; he seems quiet enough."
Still engrossed with the experience of the last hour passed in the dining-room, I moved along with Sperver down the corridor.
CHAPTER VI.
THE COUNT UNSHEATHES HIS CLAWS.
I entered the Count's chamber. What was my surprise to perceive in the half-light of the alcove, the master of Nideck raised upon his elbow and studying me with profound attention. I had so little anticipated such a reception, that I paused in surprise.
"Come here, doctor," he said in a faint but steady voice, reaching out his hand. "My good Sperver has often spoken to me of you, and I have been anxious to make your acquaintance."
"Let us hope, monsieur," I replied, "that it may be continued under more auspicious circumstances; a little patience, and all will be well!"