And in the dark, in the porch, I stumbled against Monsieur Dario.

He is on the ground; he has a knife-thrust somewhere." A cry leapt from the _amorosa's_ heart: "Dead!" "No, no, wounded." But Benedetta did not hear; in a louder and louder voice she cried: "Dead! dead!" "No, no, I tell you, he spoke to me.

And for Heaven's sake, be quiet.

He silenced me because he did not want any one to know; he told me to come and fetch you--only you.

However, as Monsieur l'Abbe is here, he had better help us.