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"Quickly, madame, the second attempt," said Rouletabille, who was aking hasty notes on his cuff, never ceasing, meanwhile, to watch the convivial group and listening with both ears wide open to Matrena.

"The second happened still in Moscow.We had had a jolly dinner because we thought that at last the good old days were back and good citizens could live in peace; and Boris had tried out the guzia singing songs of the Orel country to please me; he is so fine and sympathetic.Natacha had gone somewhere or other.The sleigh was waiting at the door and we went out and got in.Almost instantly there was a fearful noise, and we were thrown out into the snow, both the general and me.There remained no trace of sleigh or coachman; the two horses were disemboweled, two magnificent piebald horses, my dear young monsieur, that the general was so attached to.

As to Feodor, he had that serious wound in his right leg; the calf was shattered.I simply had my shoulder a little wrenched, practically nothing.The bomb had been placed under the seat of the unhappy coachman, whose hat alone we found, in a pool of blood.

>From that attack the general lay two months in bed.In the second month they arrested two servants who were caught one night on the landing leading to the upper floor, where they had no business, and after that I sent at once for our old domestics in Orel to come and serve us.It was discovered that these detected servants were in touch with the revolutionaries, so they were hanged.The Emperor appointed a provisional governor, and now that the general was better we decided on a convalescence for him in the midi of France.

We took train for St.Petersburg, but the journey started high fever in my husband and reopened the wound in his calf.The doctors ordered absolute rest and so we settled here in the datcha des Iles.

Since then, not a day has passed without the general receiving an anonymous letter telling him that nothing can save him from the revenge of the revolutionaries.He is brave and only smiles over them, but for me, I know well that so long as we are in Russia we have not a moment's security.So I watch him every minute and let no one approach him except his intimate friends and us of the family.

I have brought an old gniagnia who watched me grow up, Ermolai, and the Orel servants.In the meantime, two months later, the third attempt suddenly occurred.It is certainly of them all the most frightening, because it is so mysterious, a mystery that has not yet, alas, been solved."But Athanase Georgevitch had told a "good story" which raised so much hubbub that nothing else could be heard.Feodor Feodorovitch was so amused that he had tears in his eyes.Rouletabille said to himself as Matrena talked, "I never have seen men so gay, and yet they know perfectly they are apt to be blown up all together any moment."General Trebassof, who had steadily watched Rouletabille, who, for that matter, had been kept in eye by everyone there, said:

"Eh, eh, monsieur le journaliste, you find us very gay?""I find you very brave," said Rouletabille quietly.

"How is that?" said Feodor Feodorovitch, smiling.

"You must pardon me for thinking of the things that you seem to have forgotten entirely."He indicated the general's wounded leg.

"The chances of war! the chances of war!" said the general."A leg here, an arm there.But, as you see, I am still here.They will end by growing tired and leaving me in peace.Your health, my friend!""Your health, general!"

"You understand," continued Feodor Feodorovitch, "there is no occasion to excite ourselves.It is our business to defend the empire at the peril of our lives.We find that quite natural, and there is no occasion to think of it.I have had terrors enough in other directions, not to speak of the terrors of love, that are more ferocious than you can yet imagine.Look at what they did to my poor friend the Chief of the Surete, Boichlikoff.He was commendable certainly.There was a brave man.Of an evening, when his work was over, he always left the bureau of the prefecture and went to join his wife and children in their apartment in the ruelle des Loups.Not a soldier! No guard! The others had every chance.

One evening a score of revolutionaries, after having driven away the terrorized servants, mounted to his apartments.He was dining with his family.They knocked and he opened the door.He saw who they were, and tried to speak.They gave him no time.Before his wife and children, mad with terror and on their knees before the revolutionaries, they read him his death-sentence.A fine end that to a dinner!"As he listened Rouletabille paled and he kept his eyes on the door as if he expected to see it open of itself, giving access to ferocious Nihiists of whom one, with a paper in his hand, would read the sentence of death to Feodor Feodorovitch.Rouletabille's stomach was not yet seasoned to such stories.He almost regretted, momentarily, having taken the terrible responsibility of dismissing the police.After what Koupriane had confided to him of things that had happened in this house, he had not hesitated to risk everything on that audacious decision, but all the same, all the same - these stories of Nihilists who appear at the end of a meal, death-sentence in hand, they haunted him, they upset him.Certainly it had been a piece of foolhardiness to dismiss the police!