The same morning the Chaplain betook himself to his quarry, and lay at anchor there, because he knew as yet nothing of the latest news. There in the open air, all day long, he sat away his agony, and at night he came home again. He conversed there with no one but his own body,--as many commune with their souls, so do others with their bodies,--and looked from time to time, not at Nature, but at his water, in order--as its want of color, according to physiology, betokens sorrow--to ascertain from it whether he was pining away very much or not with grief; although his _protomedicus_ will answer for him, that he shall not have mistaken _urinam chyli_ or _sanguinis_ for _urinam potûs_. As the physicians assert that sighs are beneficial, to quicken the pulse and lighten the lungs,--accordingly a prince can benefit whole countries at once, by compelling them to sigh,--Eymann, therefore, prescribed to himself a definite number of sighs, which he had daily to draw for the benefit of his lungs. The same morning went my Lady to the wife of the Parson to tell her that Flamin was an innocent man, but not her son; and Clotilda went with her to take the hands of the two daughters and say to them, "You have another brother"; for Victor had still concealed his extraction. "O God!" said the Parson's wife, now becoming impoverished, and clasped Flamin's mother and sister to her pining maternal bosom, which, with hot sighs, yearned for a son,--"where, then, is my child?--Bring me my true son!--Ah, I had a presentiment that the duel would certainly cost me a child! He regains all, but I lose all.--O you are a mother, and I am a mother, help me!" Clotilda looked upon her, weeping with a desire to give consolation; but the Lady said, "Your son lives, and is happy too; but more I cannot say!"