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Newman possessed a remarkable talent for sitting still when it was necessary, and he had an opportunity to use it on his journey to Switzerland.

The successive hours of the night brought him no sleep, but he sat motionless in his corner of the railway-carriage, with his eyes closed, and the most observant of his fellow-travelers might have envied him his apparent slumber.Toward morning slumber really came, as an effect of mental rather than of physical fatigue.He slept for a couple of hours, and at last, waking, found his eyes resting upon one of the snow-powdered peaks of the Jura, behind which the sky was just reddening with the dawn.

But he saw neither the cold mountain nor the warm sky; his consciousness began to throb again, on the very instant, with a sense of his wrong.

He got out of the train half an hour before it reached Geneva, in the cold morning twilight, at the station indicated in Valentin's telegram.

A drowsy station-master was on the platform with a lantern, and the hood of his overcoat over his head, and near him stood a gentleman who advanced to meet Newman.This personage was a man of forty, with a tall lean figure, a sallow face, a dark eye, a neat mustache, and a pair of fresh gloves.

He took off his hat, looking very grave, and pronounced Newman's name.

Our hero assented and said, "You are M.de Bellegarde's friend?""I unite with you in claiming that sad honor," said the gentleman.

"I had placed myself at M.de Bellegarde's service in this melancholy affair, together with M.de Grosjoyaux, who is now at his bedside.

M.de Grosjoyaux, I believe, has had the honor of meeting you in Paris, but as he is a better nurse than I he remained with our poor friend.

Bellegarde has been eagerly expecting you.""And how is Bellegarde?" said Newman."He was badly hit?""The doctor has condemned him; we brought a surgeon with us.

But he will die in the best sentiments.I sent last evening for the cure of the nearest French village, who spent an hour with him.

The cure was quite satisfied."

"Heaven forgive us!" groaned Newman."I would rather the doctor were satisfied! And can he see me--shall he know me?""When I left him, half an hour ago, he had fallen asleep after a feverish, wakeful night.But we shall see." And Newman's companion proceeded to lead the way out of the station to the village, explaining as he went that the little party was lodged in the humblest of Swiss inns, where, however, they had succeeded in making M.de Bellegarde much more comfortable than could at first have been expected.

"We are old companions in arms," said Valentin's second; "it is not the first time that one of us has helped the other to lie easily.

It is a very nasty wound, and the nastiest thing about it is that Bellegarde's adversary was not shot.He put his bullet where he could.

It took it into its head to walk straight into Bellegarde's left side, just below the heart."As they picked their way in the gray, deceptive dawn, between the manure-heaps of the village street, Newman's new acquaintance narrated the particulars of the duel.The conditions of the meeting had been that if the first exchange of shots should fail to satisfy one of the two gentlemen, a second should take place.

Valentin's first bullet had done exactly what Newman's companion was convinced he had intended it to do; it had grazed the arm of M.Stanislas Kapp, just scratching the flesh.

M.Kapp's own projectile, meanwhile, had passed at ten good inches from the person of Valentin.The representatives of M.Stanislas had demanded another shot, which was granted.

Valentin had then fired aside and the young Alsatian had done effective execution."I saw, when we met him on the ground,"said Newman's informant, "that he was not going to be commode.

It is a kind of bovine temperament." Valentin had immediately been installed at the inn, and M.Stanislas and his friends had withdrawn to regions unknown.The police authorities of the canton had waited upon the party at the inn, had been extremely majestic, and had drawn up a long proces-verbal;but it was probable that they would wink at so very gentlemanly a bit of bloodshed.Newman asked whether a message had not been sent to Valentin's family, and learned that up to a late hour on the preceding evening Valentin had opposed it.

He had refused to believe his wound was dangerous.

But after his interview with the cure he had consented, and a telegram had been dispatched to his mother.

"But the marquise had better hurry!" said Newman's conductor.

"Well, it's an abominable affair!" said Newman."That's all I have to say!"To say this, at least, in a tone of infinite disgust was an irresistible need.

"Ah, you don't approve?" questioned his conductor, with curious urbanity.

"Approve?" cried Newman."I wish that when I had him there, night before last, I had locked him up in my cabinet de toilette!"Valentin's late second opened his eyes, and shook his head up and down two or three times, gravely, with a little flute-like whistle.

But they had reached the inn, and a stout maid-servant in a night-cap was at the door with a lantern, to take Newman's traveling-bag from the porter who trudged behind him.

Valentin was lodged on the ground-floor at the back of the house, and Newman's companion went along a stone-faced passage and softly opened a door.Then he beckoned to Newman, who advanced and looked into the room, which was lighted by a single shaded candle.

Beside the fire sat M.de Grosjoyaux asleep in his dressing-gown--a little plump, fair man whom Newman had seen several times in Valentin's company.On the bed lay Valentin, pale and still, with his eyes closed--a figure very shocking to Newman, who had seen it hitherto awake to its finger tips.

M.de Grosjoyaux's colleague pointed to an open door beyond, and whispered that the doctor was within, keeping guard.

So long as Valentin slept, or seemed to sleep, of course Newman could not approach him; so our hero withdrew for the present, committing himself to the care of the half-waked bonne.