58 逃走 Escape

Chapter LVIII.
ESCAPE
As Lord de Winter had thought, Milady’s wound was not dangerous. So soon as she was left alone with the woman whom the baron had summoned to her assistance she opened her eyes.


It was, however, necessary to affect weakness and pain—not a very difficult task for so finished an actress as Milady. Thus the poor woman was completely the dupe of the prisoner, whom, notwithstanding her hints, she persisted in watching all night.


But the presence of this woman did not prevent Milady from thinking.


There was no longer a doubt that Felton was convinced; Felton was hers. If an angel appeared to that young man as an accuser of Milady, he would take him, in the mental disposition in which he now found himself, for a messenger sent by the devil.


Milady smiled at this thought, for Felton was now her only hope—her only means of safety.


But Lord de Winter might suspect him; Felton himself might now be watched!


Toward four o’clock in the morning the doctor arrived; but since the time Milady stabbed herself, however short, the wound had closed. The doctor could therefore measure neither the direction nor the depth of it; he only satisfied himself by Milady’s pulse that the case was not serious.


In the morning Milady, under the pretext that she had not slept well in the night and wanted rest, sent away the woman who attended her.


She had one hope, which was that Felton would appear at the breakfast hour; but Felton did not come.