I was told that the Herr Count was seriously ill." "Who said so?
Henry ?" demanded the count, rising on one knee.
Henry did not venture to move or speak.
"Did you fetch this doctor, Henry ?" again demanded the invalid, with expanded nostrils, panting with fury.
The doctor, fancying that it would be well to tell the truth, now interposed politely: "Allow me, Herr Count! Herr Henry did not come alone to fetch me, but he came with the gracious countess; and on foot, too, in this weather." "What?
Marie ?" gasped the invalid; and at that moment his face looked as if he had become suddenly insane.

An involuntary epileptic convulsion shook his limbs.

He fell from the bed, but sprang at the same instant to his feet again, flung himself like an angry lion upon Henry, caught him by the throat, and cried with the voice of a demon: "Wretch! Betrayer! What have you dared to do?
I will kill you!" The doctor required nothing further.

He did not stop to see the friendly promise fulfilled, but, leaving his lances, elixirs, and plasters behind him, he flew down the staircase, four steps at a time, and into the pouring rain, totally forgetting the ischias which threatened his leg.
Nor did he once think of a carriage, or of a human dromedary,--not even of a lantern, or an umbrella,--as he galloped down the dark road through the thickest of the mud.
When the count seized Henry by the throat and began to shake him, as a lion does the captured buffalo, Marie stepped suddenly to his side, and in a clear, commanding tone cried: "Louis!" At this word he released Henry, fell on his knees at Marie's feet, clasped both arms around her, and, sobbing convulsively, pressed kiss after kiss on the little maid's wet and muddy gown.
"Why--why did you do this for me ?" he exclaimed, in a choking voice.
The doctor's visit had, after all, benefited the invalid.

The spontaneous reaction which followed the violent fit of passion caused a sudden turn in his illness.