We do not know how much, for he is still unconscious and his uncle is away from home.

Henri found him lying under a tree with a big bunch of mistletoe in his arms.

He carried him up-stairs while I ran over to ask you to send Gabriel quickly on a horse for the doctor." "Gabriel shall go immediately," said Madame Greville, "and I shall follow you as soon as I have given the order." Clotilde started back in as great haste as her weight would allow, puffing and blowing and wiping her eyes on her apron at every step.
Madame overtook her before she had gone many rods.

Always calm and self-possessed in every emergency, madame took command now; sent the weeping Clotilde to look for old linen, Henri to the village for Monsieur Ciseaux, and then turned her attention to Jules.
"To think," said Clotilde, coming into the room, "that the last thing the poor little lamb did was to show me his Christmas tree that he was making ready for his uncle!" She pointed to the corner where it stood, decked by awkward boyish hands in its pitiful collection of scraps.
"Poor little fellow!" said madame, with tears in her own eyes.

"He has done the best he could.