"That's done it! That's done it!" said one of the servants. "We've
got this one. I'll run down."

"No, Victor, he's getting up.... You had better go down by the
staircase and make straight for the little door in the wall. That's
the only way he can escape."

Victor hurried off, but, before he reached the park, the man fell
down again. Raymonde called the other servant:

"Albert, do you see him down there? Near the main cloister?--"

"Yes, he's crawling in the grass. He's done for--"

"Watch him from here."

"There's no way of escape for him. On the right of the ruins is the
open lawn--"

"And, Victor, do you guard the door, on the left," she said, taking
up her gun.

"But, surely, you are not going down, miss?"

"Yes, yes," she said, with a resolute accent and abrupt movements;
"let me be--I have a cartridge left--If he stirs--"

She went out. A moment later, Albert saw her going toward the ruins.
He called to her from the window: