"I fired at two stars that kept me from sleeping." "You're raving! Are you ill?
For God's sake, tell me, Raoul: what happened ?" And the count seized hold of the revolver.
"No, no, I'm not raving...

Besides, we shall soon see ..." He got out of bed, put on a dressing-gown and slippers, took a light from the hands of a servant and, opening the window, stepped out on the balcony.
The count saw that the window had been pierced by a bullet at a man's height.

Raoul was leaning over the balcony with his candle: "Aha!" he said.

"Blood! ...

Blood! ...