"Who is now conscious. We may learn something of this spy."
"Conscious!" exclaimed Jean. "Heaven be praised for that!"
"Why, what is it to you, fool?"
Jean looked at the Count with blinking eyes for a moment, and then said slowly:
"Much, truly. I am troubled this morning when I hear that a spy has half killed a sentry. I say to myself, 'That is one man less in the castle to defend it against its enemies.'"
The Count laughed at the dwarf's attitude and his air of wisdom.
"Ah, you say, 'What is one man?'" he went on. "The whole world is made up of one man after another. They all count. Why, to-day I'm worth more than the dead Duke yonder."
"There's truth in that," said the priest.
"And then when I come to the castle to see the poor soldiers, I—-"
"Poor! Why poor?"